Condition

Drunk ... I drank too much th echampagne of words Staggering like a kite in a wind contrary I feel heart string tugs and mount again in air On at the clouds cuddling height I smell the fragrance of a tropic land A longing for tree tops ... the sweet aroma of fruits Where our skin are peeled naked like a moon My tongue longs for cores of sweetness In tropical songs when balmy winds blow My knees sagging in wekness Drunk ... let me touch the solid world Of your eyes unclothing light Let me sit down awhile ... and listen to the night Teach me passions forgotten in boyhood dreams.