Paragon

The anklet lilts song

And

Dream nibbles my ear

To invoke my attention.

Flicking my hair,

She elbows me

To make love to her.

Like a stalwart lover,

I unchain myself

To visit

The contour of love.

The sirimiri of love

Finally makes me

To tryst with coitus.

Planting the last kiss

Of the night

She whispers a fond adieu.

I try to hold her,

But the alarm clock chimes,

I strike my head gently

And

The paragon smiles

From

The painting of the wall.