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.
