Rewriting (our) history...

A warm cup of tea,
and the breeze to accompany
there couldn't be a better setting
for you to saunter, walk in!

Of course we had history,
under the old, large rain tree...
but i wasn't sure if you'd remember
those li'l fires, and after, the embers?

What brings you here anyways?
the embers are long gone, the smoke astray...
there'd be but weathered signs
of conflict between the heart and mind!

If all you want to do is
traverse that path shroud in mist -
come, that's what i am up to
and that will make us two!

I have no clue, where we'll go
maybe beyond this shroud, we'll know
what's left of our history -
a spark, embers, a mystery?

where we get to, land or sea
together again - is the key!
let it stay, a mystery -
why don't we rewrite history? :)

Nonsense!

Sense and sensibility

seem to elude me..

When i am lost in

the sensuality you exude!

For i behold

your sensuousness and feel

all shaken and stirred inside...

yet nothing's still revealed! -

About how you feel

about my sidey glance!

And if it evokes

a look, maybe a chance?

To take things further -

maybe your place or mine?

Of course, we'd

make sure we wine and dine...

And then, i think again,

when sense kicks in...

And sensibility tickles

the gray cells within

To think over again -

if it really makes sense?

And then i see you... and give in

all thoughts brushed aside, as nonsense!