I witnessed her science.
A charming feat of eloquent control
A deep-seeded passion that fed my shame.
In an arena of unknowns.
I sat with a head full admiration.
Not trusting the seat beneath me,
The paint seemed mischievously applied
The nails seemed haphazardly placed.
I watched her intently.
With my head full of stars,
My passions filled with anguish,
My body cringed to recognise this defeat.
I walk bemoaning my foolishness
This year is dynamite,
This night is the ignition.
These actions are the volta of my inhibition.
~Time to turn.
Love,
Ivan.
