loud music and the front seat,
cool weather yet the rising heat..
Afrodite's message in my brain was on repeat....
i spent my time without any receipt.


a providential and inorganic touch,
you told me you liked my poems which were absolutely double ductch..
My heart grew exuberant and tipsy,
Holy shit! what's got into me?

it means nothing ofcouse...nothing at all..
its wasnt just you and me in the crowded hall....