A Sense of Betrayal

I put a mere desire into your hole, although it’s only a misleading impression. My right leg is dwelling in a bowl of potpourri, My left leg is drowned by unacceptable intimacies. Amid the flock of birds, I 'm chasing the wind or win. Maybe, under the silver lining you catapult my eyeballs to your fading shadow. My soul adores the reality, whirling like a dervish, even there’s no fallback position once I fall in love with you. I'm much in love, with a much waiting. A pile of pale, blush to think of what a fool I made of myself, How your white teeth and rosy lips are sealed with an unbridled enthusiasm. Please let me put a bouquet of flower near your ear, as the souvenir in this Indian summer. Don’t feel a sense of betrayal when our fingers dissolve in a subtle shade of pink.