Loosing a penchant with kind of a tangy twist…

Virgin self yowling over the symphony of this rusted legs. 

Someday our evening varanda would remind the carefully forgotten retentions and astuteness. 

Those first deep breaths, first painting with saliva and last twigs of a bachelor tree, 

fallen, leniency fallen…must be the last drop of fire to redefine gravity. 

Ok, let me throw away those thwarting greed, 

lips to un-kiss…kiss to un-love…love to un-live… 

I shall,I shall,I shall. 

I am not gonna see your flip side…..