How we loved, the exhales,
To the exfoliants, the chemistry,
Of what was so tender, and if not,
The little bit of daylight, between me
And you. How we let our blindfolds,
Strip our pupils, our peep holes.
While we begin the seduction,
Juxtaposition-ed fragrances, ever-closing gazes,
The mouth in extenuating circumstances,
With the sail raised, “Ahoy Sailor”!
Holding her, in sheer brevity, in ephemerality,
Ethereal lips too esurient, to miss out,
Inching towards an inclined state,
To become conscious, of a paltry breath,
A short burst of hot air, combing fuzz.
The coincidences, that we coalesce to,
How détente is beautiful, and prone to,
Empower, a euphemism, as four letters.
The oasis is lush, the springs are pristine,
The date palms are tall. The dire sense
Of water, on a tongue’s terminus,
To be quenched,
Just as much, by defeat…….
As by surrender.