Between You and I,
What's going on?
Smiles of diabolical impression,
gestures of charismatic sweet melodies,
best described: very dangerous indeed,
on this brown wooden bed,
over the same bloated pillow we sleep madly in love,
within the blanket of velvet furs and moonshadow,
the nightsky so dark,
yet we feel miles apart inside.
Funny how it seems,
we have been longing for our warm embraces,
listening to the same jokes and new wave songs,
hanging beneath the music of pure love songs,
dissecting every quote of Milan Kundera,
contradicting the dialectical thoughts of marxism,
eating green mango and octopus that give us indigestion,
taking refuge under the heat of our long kisses and laughters,
turning the December chill into summer,
but deep in our hearts,
we are still perfect strangers with each other,
such a perfect combination.
I can see from the shadow of thought in your eyes,
it shelters me from harm,
you give everything,
mind,spirit and virginity,
but I crave for more,
grabbing even your soul,
An insatiable predator comes out of me,
it gives you so much pain,
worst than a diabetic wound,
an atomic bomb in your brain,
putting our love in the cauldron of bleeding constipation.
Beauty of classical seduction,
it turns man into the verge of insanity,
but if you just can read the poetry of my soul,
every letter of it says how I really love you,
its rhyme weaves a rope of soothing lyrics and notes,
to tie you forever beside,
only death can separate us,
that is the love I render for you.