I close my eye,
tune my mind and open my heart,
awash in the soundscape of a broken heart.
Breath in deep through my soul,
fill the empty space with a warm and kind glow,
‘Alas!’, claim time, further mind go.
Lost in conversation,
between the string of wine and soul.
The sultry nature of your silhouette,
settled profoundly at my windowsill.
Encompassed by the body of lunar steel,
an ambivalent nature your yellow pants reveal.
A transcendental journey,
your music does to faith.
A majestic walk,
my body does take.
Aroused again near the two-bit hotel,
a silent young virgin wallows still.
Versed in the scripture of love and lust,
a platonic headache endures new trust.
Time has come to settle quandary,
for hours lost labor over the subtle melancholy.
Nuances linger between each touch,
eleven times since our bodies lost lust.
A venture for taste provoked shakti yet,
impermeable membranes our minds project,
caught always between place and time.
Planted with roots,
whose dance through chaos manifest divine.
To marvel at the cycle of the land lock,
water transpires as one and again as lost.
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