Mentions of a caressing whisper are a cliche
And so are exchange poem battles for a touche
Unspoken words, tongue bites and running fingers…
Lung kites, caged hearts, the silence lingers
Do you not see the laughter in my characters?
The possible embrace in my giffy entrances?
I have you tied in a knot now
Do you not see that none of it comes to nought?
But maybe, it does, dont we both stare at the stars for solace?
Travel lands untravelled in search of ourselves?
The waves have us in their tides, my dear Herbert
So when you fly keep a parachute in your locket.