An entwined thread in tangled pieces
A guided solo with low tone chorus
A sudden happening turning the course of the heart.

Could this be love? Or a deep mirage


The comfort felt at the sight of him,
the heart that race in tones accord
And my aching legs trembling like its fifty blocks apart

Could this be love or a blunt illusion


The warmth we felt at a tight embrace
The urges that flows from the tangled hugs
And this jolt that melt my *****
When we finger lock

Could this be love or a temporary trance?

The urges his cupid lips filled me with
The stares that set my soul ablaze
His breathe that interlock with mine
Could this be love? Or a deep mirage

The warnings that keeps echoing
that warning that yells silently
and the intense fear that saddles me
Riding me solo like a night folk tale.

Yet the willingness to try out
The risk we re willing to take
yet the warnings strike out loud

Could this be love or an adopted chemistry


The lone breeze filled with turned passion
My guided moments enriched with profound ecstasies
His gentle beast like rides, that transcend me to the giant gate of heavens floor
Reaching my deepest depth but in a rapture.


And now,
He calls it love making,
Even as much as I wish it so
The question still ponders on

Could this be love?or a deep mirage.