What is it
about his reckless speed that spurs my feet.
is it his callous fist, firm but tender?
I will forever wonder upon
that one that came in a storm
with cupid’s bow threatening to quail all in his path.
Yet he held my breath.
for a while, it seemed…
The echoes, oh the tempest
And whirls of outburst
Of infernos sacred flames,
threatening to engulf all in its path…
Till then came the storm, to reveal
proud Sagittarius upon his hind,
begging the nymph for a drink by the streams –
the stream of life!
Catch me if you ever can
He implored arrogantly at Aries’ silent stance
Coyly she would stare demure,
covered in innocence
for he is yet to discover
how true of a match she truly was.
They would race down the hills and prance around in 4 moonlights
each recently holding on to the other’s heels
till spent he laid forever conquered in the flame
His face in deep dismay
for suddenly he would realize
how he had never expected to be burnt by a nymph-of-a-ram
