Sandpaper

Sandpaper, your love is as rough as sandpaper

Abrasive to carry out a frivolous caper

Like my heart is a wall you want to bring down

Be the chaos in this everyday ghost town

Sandpaper, your love is as square as sandpaper

You stand by your morals and whatever

The ruthlessness in your smile tells me I can’t

Resort to anything to make you ever recant

Sandpaper, your love is as aggressive as sandpaper

Removing layers like an in-the-heat raper

There’s a certain chill you give me with your glances

Belying the most innocuous of thine appearances

Sandpaper, your love is as smoothening as sandpaper

You only polish me to turn me to vapor…

Monday

A Monday soaked with delight
Him trying to get over his stage fright
At a soothing soiree for two
They are hand in hand, for future déjà vu

Her nervous laughter, as it disappears,
Gives way to dancing under the chandelier
As they let go of any semblance of contemplation
Words unbelievably slip in the smooth conversation

Flights of steps guiding towards the belvedere
Their proof of amour, all want to overhear
But they are too lost in each other to notice
In the act of love they are two apprentices

They pretend, but they know what is to follow
The desire in their eyes will swallow
And have their bodies forever chained
Mondays will never be the same again.

Great Indoors

The walls, oh walls
come back! While you're at it
bring a ceiling too.