How is it that the more I drink
Of you
The thirstier I get?!!
💕
How is it that the more I drink
Of you
The thirstier I get?!!
💕
Two souls meet
In a wet embrace;
Your lips on mine.
I had a chance encounter
With a word today.
A name, an acquaintance of old,
Siron.
Is it C-ron or CY-ron?
In all those years when I frequented the joint,
I never cared for how it sounded in my head,
But now I do.
S-I-R-O-N was all it was,
Bright painted letters
Above the single dingy room,
With cheap chairs
And dusty corners
That promised milkshakes and ice creams
At rates we could afford;
And so it was
That a shoddy little place,
Grew into a horde of memories –
Haven for hot days,
Birthday treats,
Risque solitude
And covert first dates;
Sweet days tasting of
Thick mango shakes in summer
Choco deluxe in autumn
With cutlets and rolls
And watered down sauce;
.
I had a chance encounter
With five letters today
And together they spelt out
Mangoes,
Summer evenings,
Friendship
And love.