around the fleeting whispers of gossip,
Of those who indulge in the above,
as they do too
with sips of their hot brew in devotion..
Find me you shall, seated and secluded....
As I to my shame, without their permission...
Make them the ingredients of my mind's decoction...
Couples that seek shelter, away from eyes that pry...
And then are the ones that brazenly revel...
never in your dreams, you assume they cry..
both falling prey to my vision voyeuristic..
as I steal a little of their sugar,
as required alone, lest become too optimistic
Seated I am perfectly in the middle...
two worlds of different flavors I straddle....
for one is where people are lost in moments..
In the other however, exists a desire and urge
to let..in the metaverse their moments be seen..
grind them and blend them with your prejudice and perspective
and voila, prepared, is your social caffeine...
The strands that betray their buns and braids...
the drops hanging from her lobes,
those curve concealing robes...
found in one of her wardrobes, after not sure how many raids..
coercing my eyes to become my resolution's traitor..
letting me drop in my desire's crater...
hence let this farce be poured as milk ,in my mind's boil...
where the sugar and caffeine already duel,
acting as their perfect foil..
This brew that began when the sun was past its rise..
Is now proudly prepared for its final consumption...
while that sun drowns beyond the indictive horizon..
Across the pane too those leaves, oft seen by my eyes..
Seldom noticed by my ephemeral muses that have come and gone
Now stand masked by my lone, observant reflection..
