The songs I tell you about.
How the lyrics go, how the bass
Feels against a changing weather.
How the particular tone of it has
Soaked in a memory of mine
To become a fragrance.
I can smell it now. 'Rehai' playing
Against the soothe of her face,
Trying to absolve me from a
Confined place..
My soul comes out of the body
To stand on a table to guide me
Through a cosmic dance.
Then it screams about
My performance,
To an invisible audience.
And when I recommend you
That song and you can't talk about
It with the same euphoria..
I'd point you to my best friend to
Convey, how he'd exactly react.
I know you may call us gay,
But that's all right.
I just hope, you really listen to it
One more time. We need a
Third wheel you see and that's
The only screening we felt apt.