sun tan

I tell her we’re adult fit.

I’m talking about the stage of,

Fits of being in love not of falling in love

sick.

Why people always claim to have–

fallen in love?

I further tell her;

before other men titled us male and female,

we were human bits.

That’s why I came crawling before her,

And asked for heart’s piece.

When people still reeling from

love lost,

When they dream about they being

puzzle pieces,

She and I were one.

So I got to call us lovers bits.

Because our love flows to

everything exciting;

waves bits,

music beats,

rolling bits.

Whilst she astonishingly watches me,

I hope she and I get-

to rock the same boat.

Because I will be a

fool for love,

If i don’t get to take her out.

Looks at me then at her nails,

then tucks into them and-

bites into them.

As I sit there watching her,

I realise that it’s not only her nails–

which are in need of a revamp but,

Her succulent lips too.

All the redness is gone,

Here and there.

Can I call you honey boo,

I say looking at her.

That’s what I’m supposed to say,

Right?

That’s how I’m supposed to woo her,

Right?

Girl, I’m in love with you.

I add.

By then, I believe there’s

nothing this man won’t do.

She’s now a natural;

Scent on her body is gone,

Her nail polish is gone,

Her lipstick is gone.

Everything happened all too quickly,

Isn’t it?

Faster than I could tell her;

girl, I’m truly in love with you.

I sit there on a park’s bench,

then watch her sit next to I

on the very same park’s bench.

Then watch her skin tan,

Then observe missing nail polish

on her nails,

Then oggle missing lipstick

on her succulent lips.

Tears falls from her eyelids,

living them dry.

Living them sore to either of my eye.

as she walks  away,

I shed tears and wipe BIG BROTHER eyes,

Eyeballs bigger than surveillance

eyeballs.

Now that I’ve failed to hold her near,

Am I man enough to call her dear?

Tears drop as I watch her elope

into darkness.

If something ever got to happen to her,

The whole world will be more inclined

to have me locked behind bars and,

as they always say, have all keys

linked to my cell tossed very faraway.

 

 

 

 

 

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