Time Traveller

I'm no disciple of H.G.Wells. But when it comes to your love, I'm a time traveller. Believe it or not. Way back, When I was hardly eighteen, Miles apart from you, I observed your tender bosom, In my adolescence fantasy, Growing silently like twin plum buds In your village's moon-washed nights, Amidst blinking glows of curious fireflies; To become what I now call My musing rabbits. Wasn't I travelling to your future? Now, When I'm mistakenly addressed By your peers as your maternal uncle, And I make love with you Pretending, with bitter-sweet helplessness, I'm the boy who gave you your first kiss. Am I not travelling to your past? With no offence to those Who were before me. I'm a time traveller. Believe it or not.