Kiss You, Blue!

He is trying his luck in music

After clenching my voice off!

I had an excellent flare for music

And dancing and singing and

All things aesthetics, gymnastics

But he influenced and inflicted

Fear inside me of all kinds

I'm afraid of heights now, though

I always were a high flyer and

Ever upward, most modern, best

In aerobics! Lived in zero gravity

Never pulled by gravity at all but

He had more gravitational power

Than most black holes in space!

The attraction of his kiss took me

Below the depths of Tartarus

And inside the ancient pyramids

Luxor, Takht Taus, Bahisht e kul!

He is trying his fat fingers on piano

Becoming a pianist, guitarist,

And artist of many talents, violinist!

Fiddling with a wooden chordophone!

Harmonica, harmoniums, ukulele!

Mouth organs, flutes, in addition

To the stringed musical instruments!

His nosy voice getting husky due

To excess of drinking and smoking!

He makes great tune in drunken

State, writes epic poetry in wilderness!

Always keeping me at the edge of the

Forest! Never letting me in the inner

Lyre but kept luring me through his

Lyrics to be a hunt always chasing

The hunter, not caring for my safety!