(Visits)

All we had to do was dare,
and the passion inside of us turned into a beautiful momentous flare.
It was easy to fall for you; you are rare.
You possess an attractive demeanor that complements the beautiful face you wear
You laugh loud, and never hold back because of fear.
And you know how to best fit your seductive hips in an attire
You dazzled me I swear!
In the morning, your heavy voice was all I ever wanted to hear.

You were really patient with me dear
You once paid me a visit and I had nothing but lungs full of air
It bothered me that I could not afford something as simple as your fare.
Well, I am still not yet there,
but I can say with absolute certainty that I've been doing well for myself and that nowadays I can afford few pleasures here and there.
I no longer depend on my father's charity to trim my hair.

I was quite unsettled that day, if it wasn't that clear.
My mind brewed sorts of embarrassment and fear
The rent was due and my old man was too ignorant to care
It was his way of getting me to go home and sit like a spare,
and be the perfect heir.
He disapproves of my tendencies, and that has always made me feel like a pariah.
Sorry, I am almost getting out of track here.
This story is about you and I, sweet dear.
And no, I am no longer his favourite. We grew apart like we did when I grew a pear.
(I love him regardless)

We had a lot to share
Once, when the holidays was near,
I paid you a visit bearing a small gift out of my share.
You were happy like a baby hugging a new teddy bear!
In my mind the memory still feels fresh and familiar.
That particular visit will always be amongst the cherished parts of my memoir
Because of what you had to share
And also because it was the first time and place I had ever dropped a happy tear
What you confided in me took us over a year
- to get there, and I am honoured that in me you found an ear.
Until the day I breathe my last, my mouth will never hiss a sound of it to another ear.
Not even in a moment of despair!

We were victims of the tingles of fire,
mere glances at each other filled our vessels with desire.
We were shading into each others likeness and it felt pure
Without a shred of worry of how the end would appear
You lit up the core of my software,
How can I pretend like I am not aware?
Every minute of it felt like a dream, as if we were just meant to be a pair.
Well, at least not before we woke up to the nightmare.

© Ommie