Your voice humming through the summer nocturnal breath
Please low down your voice, I want silence.
The southern window holding the canvas of sky
Color is faded blue, neonish, one you disliked I liked;
My night now goes thinking, tired soul’s only comforter, of you…
Thinking how you have forgotten me
Because I also have to do the same.
The sky is faded blue, rather purplelish, neon sky is cloudy.
I know, tonight, when I’ll close my eyes
I’ll be lying on your breast, heaving with excitement…