Everything with me is swimming out of focus
Oreke,you are my focus.
My arms are flapping,my mouth is gasping for air
Ife,should you leave me breatheless?

The air is balmy
The sky is blue
Love is sweet and life is lazy.
But,baby am affected by its flu......

When other stalkers whistle at you,
I turn purple with envy.
But when i remember how this love grew
My grudges leave me empty.

Bolan
Am beyond the callow cusp of 30
Is it until you reach the barren landscape of your menopause,
Before you realise this is reality.

Mused...2016