I am ready to befriend

adult friends

prove I’m all grown,

no longer prone to

bouts of anger

or opinionated banter.

No longer giggle,

I laugh out loud;

No longer fight,

simply state

affirmations & arguments

to assure a place in history.

Refurbished adult vocabulary,

rich repertoire burnt to a crisp

freshly-endowed clarity,

I might even listen

in muted wisps.

Care less about who I am;

how am I perceived you ask?

woman with flowing mascara

on Time’s slippery sands;

sluicing energy

onto newly-honed comrades,

reciprocal trends we do blend,

honour the past even as

our in-steps might

suggest current modes

Crouching in adult bodies,

gently nudged,

our inner child springs out,

igniting on eye contact.

A fibrous weave,

tenuous and delicate.

transforms yearnings,

tethering connections.

All afire, unhurried madness

twitters & giggles.

No longer cautious,

rekindled camaraderie,

turns into precious blooms

while adult friendships

abandon Solitude ~

it sneaks a hasty retreat.

©kamalininatesan2022