Tryst

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enfold by pine trees' bough swiftly rubs
a tiny shacks lit with series bulbs
serene haven to sprawled arms in weary
torches of the night, city light as a remedy

as the moist glides down from a can of beer
like a bead clear droplets of rain or a tear
puffing out cigarettes like out of breath
fruity taste merged as i take a sip

the wind swirls cool scented zephyr
silly reminds me i'm alone here
look at that bower hugged by creeper plant
geez it's taunting me, tight hugs, i want

cigarettes replaced by tiny fingers
smooched by luscious lips instead of beers
so many cravings wishing wood fairies,
to hear my solemn whispers

now my lips ripped into a sincere smile
sheesh, my heart bruised, thumping hostile
a scenic beauty, my Habibi
a nest, in our lovely tryst we'll stay.

@haliya

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