Swinging Moods

Tonight I sit with my incomplete saga at the Northern wing Patiently anticipate for a romantic Local to sing Alas! A Foreigner intoxicated with love, voices lyrics so deep Goosebumps from my toes to my nape shamelessly creep The persona closes up and inflames the moment by clasping my wrist In reflex, a powerless stroke I surrender with a resilient fist I hear whispers of sweet nothings and coyly my nose ring burns A passionate rush! Like golden 'gulgulas' dancing in a wok, my heart churns Sanity I quickly deport and allow the Waltz to blow in to several untamed Tangos A pair of sweetened lips mask mine; I feel a familiar sensitivity of 'Sigatoka' Valley mangoes An alarmed star in a faraway sky breaks before barriers do The foreigner obligated to leave the saga and NOW I’m forced to settle for a local brew.