and feed on cashews
of my nana's farm.
Let us become the last
sunshine of your village
and kiss the same warmth
on my coastline.
We could become the
small feet of our own
childhood and run across
every divide there is.
Perhaps we can become
blasphemous gods of
two religions and have an
Illicit juicy affair.
How about a validation
machine for old men
with daddy issues?
Maybe then, they can
stop starting a war in
their free time.
I know you are somewhere
and I am elsewhere,
but let us pretend that we
are two goldfishes in a bowl.
That goldfishes have a
short memory and
everytime we bump into
each other-
The bubble we live in
becomes a new illusion
to live by happily.