There, beyond the ripples of mouth,
lovers sits & communicate,
through the sprint in their lashes,
flutter of springs.
a translucent shadow defies time.
for that particular moment.
small things begin to dilate.
too much convulsions,
temperature drop, wrinkled grass land.
A grasshoper watches sky detonating.
laughters circulating the wobbly afternoon.
A visceral face expanding.
There are marks.
marks on the filtered earth,
A wasp of Lilith neck.
Lovers scamper across the evening sky,
floating through the oasis of skin,
flesh, promises, a picture to repeat the art.
the shapes that attach like clay.
I remember that warm greet you gave me
in the cold chilly winters,
that hug you gave defined your inexplicable puerile love,
You promised to be the summer flower in my numb chilled thought,
You intrigued the new definition of allegiance
promised to be a gazing blur on the window of my heart
Entranced by your words of humility, I stepped onto the bridge of fidelity
a bridge of flowers leading to a bubbling valentine house,
promises is what I have in the hollow of my palm
I choose to hold it ,embrace it
whirl and churn your breaths into my pale blood
So that you may know one day, what all I craved for.