With his trailing gaze
the shy maverick clings on
and through the supple foreplay of his aesthetic sense
impels this mighty force
and insatiates the mellifluous mélange.
With his resolute faith
the shy maverick looks on
and through the landscape of my forbidden kingdom
his beatific smile
expedites the flow of flourishing flange.
Those stupid sighs
that terrible blush
those inward sinking smile
that sense of ecstasy frothing up
the beauty of your moving eyes
the urgency in your quivering voice
the violence in your gasping breath
the pulsating momentum defying death
helps me pacify my desire
and emboldens my faith
that the words once spoken
and the love once felt
will soon reverberate,
that the dying sun will soon recuperate.
And there will be time,
before the sun swoons today.