In boiling bother of this boring afternoon
bubbling and besieged by the broody look
upon thy face..
I seethe with sultry stupor
of senseless sanity, surrendering to the silence
of the bridges in-between..
I long for the lovingly lonesome and lavish
pauses..
I babble in incomprehension
I saddle up to go to the sun
I laugh away the moments gone
coz there are more to come around.
