Evening Sky (July, 1995)

Western horizon,
Glowing with shades of crimson, yellow and red,
Burn with unfulfilled desire…
As I see strawberry scoop melting down on blue hot plate.

Hustling wind,
Fresh with fragrance and damp with hitch hiking droplets.
Give you a running hug….
As I see lock unlock and a silken spill over your petite face.

Naughty wind,
Intoxicated with freshly acquired lust and a boost up strength.
Unfurls your fabric colours….
As I see smooth tender half and more covered in lace.

Innocent you,
Unaware of exposed property and a voyeuristic theft,
Look into my popping sockets…
I see a reflection of horizon on your blushing face.