Sunday, December 2, 2012

The sofa scene


Have you been
Waiting long

Forgive me
Still in the queue

Do no worry
Nothing is wrong

At long last
I go up the stairs

Where are you
In this temple of ours

It is so dark in here
But there your crescent eyes

Sitting on a sofa
I rush on top of you

Both stunned 
At the gesture 

Yet you carry on
Hug me as if we knew

You were determined
And I was sure

In unison, howling
I want you. 



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