On two close yet parallel lanes
For half a dozen months
Until our paths finally crossed
The pulse, the adrenalin, the energy
We met under the shed, protected from the elements of the burning noon sun
I ran over. You stopped over. We rolled over
Like a ride downhill a lush countryside, cruising on a spree
Our pick up point. The first of the triple stops… Ebute Metta
Shaky. Crazy. Funny. Tricky. Lovely
Suddenly everywhere became cold. Like a naked duo on the capes of Alaska
But we journeyed together. The world warmed up around us
Love burned within us. We would warm up the coldest planet
Pluto was nearby
Gentle wind blew refreshingly to cool the affection
Beneath the blue starry night sky
Outside the quiet blue night shelter
By the lush green garden. You and I
We released the brake. Full throttle. We never stopped
For half a dozen weeks
Your tooth gap was like the narrow highway to heaven
Your dark brows and your crystal clear white eyes
Like an orange moon against the blue sea. Like sunset at beach
Pink lips, Green heart. A figure of allure
You smile and the world stops. My heart stops
Until you marched the brake. Suddenly. The world spun
I didn’t see that coming
Gallop. Collision. Noise. Doors flung open. Exit
We had reached another stop… the second of Ebute Metta
Now it seemed like I was headed towards the sun. Scotched
Everything burned. The moon became red
Two birds crowing for daylight… yet it was midnight
Were you afraid? Was I insane? Did we just separate?
But I finally heard your unspoken heart. You spoke your hurt
And we could ride again a second time. It seemed
Though miles apart, we reached again
Your tales of many hovering hawks made me feel like swooping you up in my arms
You were not scared. We were at peace again. I longed to see you
This time never to let go. A second chance
Until we took the turn and the path got rocky
The bumps threw us up and apart
We collided. We separated
Hurt. Regret. Tears and Trembling
Under that same shed, we said our goodbyes
With trembling hands we shook. Not even a kiss
If you see her, tell her she is still beautiful
That I won’t settle for less
Tell her my knees were ready to bow and bend
Tell her it was tough to see her walk away
But tell her I’ve moved on
Tell her I have left Ebute Metta
With his own hands @Anonymous
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