Our bodies,
Trapped in time & space,
Drifting about;
our bodies,
Sticky and fleshy,
Warm & comfy
Our bodies,
With their mild to strong odour & their busy lines & their funky grooves,
Our bodies,
Holding all there is –
Our real treasure troves.
people, and passers-by,
some say hi, some don’t,
some come by, to ask,
to mend;
mend away, the cobbler does,
unhurried,
caught in a state of mind,
keeping at it,
enjoying the company,
enjoying the view.
To be a lover means to love,
Unconditionally,
To give,
Unconditonally
To be a lover means to be in love,
With the world,
With the air.
To be a lover means to love,
With your breath.
Take me away,
To the echelons,
Wherein dwell the people,
Whose fire & wit & energy,
And infectious calm,
Drive away the insanity,
And usher in the brilliance.
The irregularity of life,
Mellowed down,
By the stability of the road.
Enjoying one another’s abundance,
A world of our own –
Away from the sights,
As the world watched on.
Come,
Breathe with me
Breathe through the daze,
Our collective breaths
Breathe through the sorrows,
Breathe through it all
Come, breathe with me;
And breathe it in all, we shall.
