the mechanisms that shift my gears
arent quick enough to shift my leftest agenda.
stab through my exterior
it's my cooling system.
I cant reach the street.
you've engaged my system
and piloted my drive
my automatic coordinate system
and dropped a new direction into my querie

Be careful where you stand my love,
for we were a chess game.
Sitting at platforms-
With trains passing by,
the hand that held mine brought me to our adventure coves.
Round querie we ran at 6(7.30) ,
on the grass we laid and learnt.
At librararies we loved,
weaving the laces of our lives.
In somewhere only we knew,
we were the only exceptions.
you were my poet,
and i was your poetry-
but now we're shattered by sophistry,
our love's condemned to history,
what we were/will be remains a mystery.