Let us sit in the bowery
Where no soul can magnify the two of us
Your suit and tie matches my attire
Set me on fire
It is obvious
To filter out the extraneous
Do time really know what they are doing?
Since it is an abstract,
How can it know what it is doing?
Even if it is the one keeping track?
How can I love if I am that ****** up?
Chanted and hymned by the glorious actress
The wine stage
Colored infinitely by a mage
Million twinkling extravagance
Chance of intelligence
In this eve of pricelessness
Do not want to leave your love worthless
When it bloomed in spontaneous flamboyance
I should not be complaining in defiance
Opposite karma is my belief
Since that is my sense of realism and relief
Doing a minuet in a pirouette
Now she dances in arabesque
A call for our romancesque
Lights pour low
It mingles with her midnight dress
Suddenly imagines if we were in a film
With no trims
It is now time for her to exfoliate
How to swindle a memory
Now that we are back out the dull, coffee scented, wet streets
A night spent with you is luxury
I wish I can wear you as my luxury
If only
You could spend one last time with me