Alone, let's make love

Like a mentor teaching

His son to breathe.

The girl would not

Uncover her sheath.

You lost me, when

You said you had me

Going, when the last

Thing I want to be

Is annoying.

One building is bigger

Than the other in size.

The bigger the thicker

Are their faces disguised.

The chimneys allow the

Smoke to go through holes.

Every city has a place

To blow off, a whore.

A limerick, a dark comedy

Suspends the air in

Unseen algae, no peering eyes

Parked in the lobby.

We are alone,

Let’s make love.

-- Mohan