She smelled pleasant like the first sun shower after a scorchy weather Memories floating like the rainbow after rain, scattered colors but together Her lips were iced, but those black, burdensome eyes recited a gospel fable While her grievous shoulder thrusted her, deep down a vague tumble At times unpoised, like a nomad shipping too fast At times stormless, like a baby falling asleep at the back of the moving car And all the while she got me more curious Made me wanting to unburden her forbidden secrets Intrigued by her blended texture, my desire to unearth her increased And the more I plunged her profound soul, the more penetrating and mysterious it became A congenital seeker, baiting her hook to hunt something dark A glittery-eyed maniac, now filled with bursting words, then painfully shy I want to slither in through the cracks of her heart Quench my thirst and drink the elixir of this abstract art May be she is caught up in a dream Or
Consciously read the words I write, for these are the words I fail to say.