Cheap if you call it , flew admist us, lyrical time,
If mine OK- bullshits, his coyness - no crime.
My love , a bike accident 👼
His sweat , submerged in my deodorant.🙈
Our love doesn't drown in pores , it's dense , hairy,
Thorough contractions, still pure ,not slurry.
Failed kiss attempt,I cried before valaidiction,
In homely ambience, our love marked fortunate situation.
"Dense" He, peeps me through guard- a mirror,
Distance,an hidden eclipse his smiling rays , I bet are merciless killer.
It's my first love ,yet can't latch on,
I wish I had tored off one, before it ( love) had born.
In Brahma's locality of HINDU,
Neither head can reach arm ,nor the reverse, although starting was the same Bindu.
R