Many Shades of Our Journey

Who is in control
Of the other self?

My intention is
To exalt your soft
Breasts that curve out so

Sensually, and
I only yearn to
Behold you right now.

I walk towards your
Weaving right away,
But the crowd piles
Up and conceals you.

Instead of cursing,
I should decide to
Wait by the crowded
Park 'til it gets dark,

And then we could sit
Together like the
Guava beneath the
Warm air of the night.