Fragment
Here lovers meet
In dizzy dreams
On empty streets
Where passion screams
Here watch odd fate
Pile sensuous slate
Through these old gates
To fill cold plate.
Here sense runs wild
With inner child
As frolic styles
Beyond thoughts mild.
Here with quaint *****
Pleasure comes near
To humour cheer
As jest puns dear.
Leon Enriquez
11 October 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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