Sunday, February 18, 2024

Time

In perfect lines
We began our story
Dancing in the rain
As a perfect cover
For the last fall.

Parked by sentiments riverside 
Cloaked in spillage tantrums
Jived in logical denial
We fell for each other's hive
Drawn to the nectar.

Fumbling to the park!

Drunken
We emerged to stand
Lust white washed 
Heels glued to a tango
Tapped in coordination.

Dared
Salsa infused
Both collision-ed
Cupid paroled
Prison's role call escaped
Magnetically attracted.