At a table in the corner
Whirling her world in my cup
Cream still appears like a meaning
She said, had lost over the years
The waves of her desire
Gush at my feet on the shore
I long to seep away in the ocean
I long to go with her
But yesterday mother had called me
Yesterday the world was real
Wicked ordinary lifestyle
And a guy with a belly and a beard
Expectation disapproving my joy
Pierce her aura with fear.
Tightening knot of a reason,
Of questions make me sick
Why don’t I hold and kiss her
Why don’t I take the risk
Eyelashes I sent to heaven
Birds of fortune and luck
Yes, all bore the same prayers
For a face which looked like hers
How deep love is tainted with denial
A blessing becomes a curse
I gulp the froth of her meaning-
She found, hoping she gives up