Whirling pools
of turquoise dreams
they sift past me
like you do,
in every waking hour,
making me spin, twist
and turn
in my yearning,
to catch a glance,
just, a tiny glance
of you, your glow, your
smile.
Restless moments
I am engulfed in
when I remember those
kisses
soft,like araliya
petals,
on my lips,
last night,
on that lonely stretch
of road,
where our worlds
collided,
fingers intertwined,
hearts pounding,
and lips locked
in moments
heated moments
of manic reverie.
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