Where love happens

At a coffee shop lost in the wilderness

I sipped my cup of tea and gazed upon broken blue
The books lay screwed on my tangled bed
My lap was strewed with her lipstick stain.

The myriad mumbling of a deceitful rain
Poured fetishism onto my palish nails
As I drowned into her wilder gloom with a moan
She softly fumbled me with her youthful charm.

The menacing melodies Of my dangled desires
Called peace upon my aging heart
Sixty two have floated by in my palate of dwam
When I was closeted within a diam of lies
.
Today I dared to freed these rusting chains
Those bind me to the societal norms of hypocrisy.
I leap over fake annuitant who tear my life to fly
Into the perpetual paradise; where love happens.