enigma

enigma

the fog smeared the skies,
lying low with indifference.
dusty cupboards surround the stifling coffeehouse.
the need to escape increases,
the need to dig into the inner world becomes greater.
a visit to the museum,
a pick-me-up postcard.
hours later in continuation of our bohemian lives,
impending arrival at the swing thing with other bohemians.

sitting on this stool of possibilities,
you approached with a lovely smile.
this mysterious tension looms between us,
such divine moments.
your feminine charm borders on the cliff of sensitivity.
exchange of long gazes,
a look into your world of imagination.
whiskey shots, jiving and jazzing, you like the way i dance?
strike a match or a few more, igniting fumes of flirtatious interaction.
it's the most delicious encounter yet.
up up away on the rainbow,
we sit chatting after a rainy day.
through that crack in your eyes,
glimpses of that sensitive soul flashed by.
our imagination combined got us flying high,
in a windless direction.
coincidence? perhaps. but it's the sweetest one.

captivate me with your sensual, erotic presence.
enigma, i can't help but fall for your layers of character.
devouring the process of peeling off,
the soft kisses on these bohemian streets.
i want you in my embrace once more,
let you run after the tram tracks i've laid.
we'll find a cave and delve deeper into each others' souls.
we'll swim until dawn breaks.

hold hands in the park, cigarette holder beside us.
the pick-me-up postcard, our canvas, our boundless frame.
keep each other longing for that one more breath, you know me so well.
i don't want this music to stop playing.