Rhyming Interlude

He sits
Moss on a stone
And perhaps it is no coincidence
That Miguel
And Chel
Rhyme

Broken words
Moans breach the night
And mayhaps his hair is softer than hers
But aside
His lust
Nil

Blood boils
Pairs conjoin; one
And perhaps it is no coincidence
That Miguel
And Chel
Rhyme

Promises
Licked from mouths
And the chance that love rises from the soul
Frightens him
His lust
Stills

He ponders
A grand escape
And perhaps it is no coincidence
That Miguel
And Chel
Rhyme

Many plans fray
Although they run
Peradventure a return to Madrid
Lost baby
On hip
"Amor"

He's content
Miguel at hand
Babe young; twas never a coincidence
That Miguel
And Chel
Rhyme


In my stupor for anything productive with MATE, which I do apologize for not updating, I came up with this little dabble.