this surly hour
I entered a new world
where the old become strange,
the known go unknown;
Siblings and elders
relations by law, friends, teachers
who we knew so long
go acting unknown
either me, unseeing
for who they are now
or them, acting distant;
Those who we loved
feign unwant,
who we adored
flagrant;
Now here like the onion
I peel the layers
going sepia from ambient
just the highlight
of this twilit hour when
beloveds go estranged

You're not easy to read, and that scares the hell out of me.

Because you see, I'm a writer.
And when I can't read one's story, I begin to feign my own.

And well, I've never had a happy ending.

It's in her signature scent and erogenous warmth
when her full lips are pressed ******* mine, I bask in,
when a pernicious current flowing  through me makes
my mind spin out of control, how disastrous are
the consequences! I see heavenly bodies gyrating closer,
it's now certain that I'll fall prey to her wild charms,
and gladly be her slave for all the times to come!

What an infamy it would bring to my beloved, forget me,
her beauty immaculate, too will be a suspect then.
Oh! I can't think of it, it'll break my heart for ever,
my sweet Valentine, forgive me for feigning indifference.