Sunday, December 27, 2009

A liaison

Like a huge water drop condensing from a drifting cloud
You chose to drip down, thunderclap loud,
For a halting place, in the burning sands of my heart
Diffusing with dignity: unforced effusion is a sombre art.

No eyebrows were raised, freedom was an ocean breeze.
Bare feet in climate control you chuckled with every sneeze.
There were dreams in your eyes, lyrics in yourgait,
Draped with adolescence, bubbling flouncing teenage bait.

So often your remarked: Oh what a pair we make,
A liaison, despite the bonhomie, I had to forsake.

- Max

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