Tabula Rasa

Naive and spontaneous 
she is 
Maybe a little bit absurd 
Innocent , childish and raw
Like first words chuntered 
by an offspring
Or a toddler's first pace
Like virgin salt 
that needs purification 
to render consumable
Or an amorphous diamond 
that yens for the hand of 
an astute man to sculpt it
She thought you would be
that hand 
the underpinning 
of her new birth
Only gargantuan love 
could entice you to raid 
the unfathomable realm 
of her ignorant soul 
and help her make it 
to shores of knowing 

Her soul was thirsty for you
mocking time 
making distance her joke
Feeding on the rumours 
of Orion 
through whose constellation 
you promised to peer

You should have
quenched her
Completed her
Filled the ladle 
of her sentiments
Fondled her delicacy
With feelings
Never known
Never even heard of
You should have nailed her
penned her
spilt your ink on her trove
written
erased 
and refined her 
embellishments
For She was
your tabula rasa !

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"Tabula Rasa" (Latin):
"Blank slate"