The day we rolled together-
Rolled and rolled down the alley,
Bended the vertical bushes horizontal,
Our laughter echoed up to the sun,
We baked our souls flesh in hot and warmth,
Whistling together and bruising each other,
With our passion filled ignited feelings,
When the stags turned back to our privacy,
Has come to an end-
With the sun setting off the wounded bushes,
Without returning the glory offered by us,
And absorbing our pleasures for its radiance,
That will dissipate the heat next day,
Exposing our bare protrusions uncontrolled,
For another few hours burning,
Like a corpse turning into ashes,
Where a rickety dog wears soot in abundance.