vivid afternoons, gleeful laughter
maybe we'll go too far
but no fuss, we'll think about it after
more than locked arms
sorta like a love exhibition
words lost between tongue and ear
call it a loss of inhabition
kisses through smiles
breathing to inhale life force
a minute in a mile
joy never takes such a course
on the brink of ecstasy
elation is soon to follow
never intentional fallacy
the water is never this shallow
in the heat of the night
weary souls align
in the brink of precipice
we try to define
how long does it last
when will the world find us
together in the past
tomorrow never finds us
a.ayele