temere - they speak lightly, their dulcet voices competing against the melodious harmonies of soothing ballads – parallel speeches, repeated utterances of love.
paliona – people say repetition brings mastery, perfection; if these hackneyed statements were germane to helpless endearment, I would’ve taken the plummet; a timid step off the edge of the concrete building towards the gravel beneath.
nemesism – yet too much of heaven is a sin, smothered by the scent of lemongrass dappled with the caresses of ebony tresses; your silhouette fades to nullity; and I fall against the prickly surface of gravel with the memories of the raxeira drawn along the parquet floor;