She was costly Bordeaux he was recycled biker leather, her classic affluent beauty yearned for motorcycle thrills, she lifted him up a grade he brought her down to street level, they fused at steamy rush hours under trafficked high ways, pursuant to reckless merging reality's intersections accelerated crashing expedited speed limits, would never again drive mid smoothly paved junctures at the standard rate of normal
Its just a fantasy the only regret is permanence, The life of a modern day gypsy, an unknown destination. I wake up to new faces from past day's bruises, A long journey into some town, exploring the unknown. Green sanctum reflecting the temple top, Woken up by the gong of the ancient metals. Treated like a royal guest, offered a lot of the harvest, Walking down the symmetric coconut grooves. I see vessels carrying newest of the goods, But here they still stick to their roots. True its a gods own country, abundant beauty, I'm lost amidst the hills sipping the Malabar coffee.