Baronhawk's Nest

Ah sleep, thy sweet respite. Thine company, I rarely keep. Tis' the season anew, for that most maligned chagrin. For it not to have occurred, I would surrender all assigns. Alas its too delicious a malady, to be cured completely. One hath but to endure the condition, until one secures its transition. Either way pain will ensue, but such is the human affliction. Fragile as we are, to this maladorous infection.

Leandler or choreographed replica,
it was the moment that was inertia,
hands clasped eyes meet,
breath held hearts beat,
what intertwined beyond pirouetting feet,
two souls now made complete.

Malam kini tiada tari,
gamit tidur mahu mimpi,
hanya lunak sirna sepi,
deru pasrah persis hati.

Bila kelam melarik siang,
tatkala bulan riuh bertandang,
tunggu muncul mentari riang,
dari ufuk merindu dendam.

Walau jauh di luar harapan,
degup rasa sedang gurindam,
sayang sayang seribu sayang,
tidakkan mungkin kesampaian.

They say that roti is roti,
But none have perhaps tried,
The canai of banjiri and roti of bengali,
For once you lips kiss the kari,
Three days kept warm and spicy,
Nothing I tell you really,
Can make your life very,
Tingling and so... so... gasssy.

Seratonin they said,
that temporary chemical high,
in cupid arrow's wake
to a heart that once is shy.

It seeps into the marrows,
dwelve deep into lungs,
a percaloting sated flavour,
that sifts onto the tongue.

Sweetly it danced,
luring the eyes alight,
upon the smiles of lips,
unto the lilt of hips.

And through the whitish wisps,
her chancy dancy trysts,
soft subtle racy gists,
blowing silky salacious kiss.

Alas she flits and flies,
beyond where rules apply,
into the frame of time,
where I am no longer I.