Will you sometimes wait with me at cross-roads,
In the midst of all things concealed,
and otherwise revealed
In a mist of moods,
Trapped and triggered by a collective consciousness
That never knows itself
When with you).
Word without the echo of minds and bodies,
That tickle one and other in the night-time.
In the solitude of a muse –
A hearty yet meaningless alliteration.
I am painting the petals that fall from you,
With the letter shaped shades of my smile.
All the while, I see you
In a reflective,
Introspective shadow of something like