Radina’s Cafe, Aggieville
Today, you sit cross-legged on the front couch,
I just want to drink from your eyes.
Fifteen minutes pass by,
my imagination runs wild with every passing minute.
I wish I were a summer zephyr caressing
through your light hair,
through your white mocha rubbed lips,
through your Sun kissed bosom…..
Hale Library, 24 hours study area
Your frequent trips to Facebook,
while working on calculus home-work.
Ah, those pictures of you and your friends!
weird faces and tongues and fingers,
as if carnival of your desire but seldom love.
You change your profile picture every second day.
You think I care?
I wonder if you ever read Frost
and his “Miles to go before I sleep.”
Or, Harper Lee’s “To Kill a Mockingbird”
Not even Mark Twain and his “Huckleberry Finn”?
Willard Hall, Gen. Chem. Class
I search for those eyes that consume me.
You are in a purple pride T-shirt in front row
and my heart rushes towards you.
I choose my place where I belong,
I hear your mellowed voice,
“I hate chemistry, it’s not fun.”
You asked for my calculator to figure 11 square
I wish the final result were 88, my face allover yours!
Recreation Center
As your ipod thunders on your ears,
my adrenaline and agility follow you;
your long legs and the “PINK” short,
I sweat at your fast suppleness.
Cycling beside your smell of pheromone,
I adore your image on the mirror.
I wish I were a momentary Kansas storm
embracing your every existence
under twinkling darkness of September sky.
Somewhere under Kansas cloud
I ride a bicycle everyday to school
and you drive a brand new Audi.
Though I cook my food in Indian spicy way;
You eat frozen food from Wal-Mart.
I am a rebel like the author of “Descent of Man”.
But, you want me to be saved by your God.
Your sunflower smile,
Your lovely beauty spot on dove like neck,
I sketch you with freedom of hues,
dazzling your lines with purple blood.
Will our everyday beliefs melt into sensible chaos?
Will our purple images be heard on the stone of eternity?
Today, you sit cross-legged on the front couch,
I just want to drink from your eyes.
Fifteen minutes pass by,
my imagination runs wild with every passing minute.
I wish I were a summer zephyr caressing
through your light hair,
through your white mocha rubbed lips,
through your Sun kissed bosom…..
Hale Library, 24 hours study area
Your frequent trips to Facebook,
while working on calculus home-work.
Ah, those pictures of you and your friends!
weird faces and tongues and fingers,
as if carnival of your desire but seldom love.
You change your profile picture every second day.
You think I care?
I wonder if you ever read Frost
and his “Miles to go before I sleep.”
Or, Harper Lee’s “To Kill a Mockingbird”
Not even Mark Twain and his “Huckleberry Finn”?
Willard Hall, Gen. Chem. Class
I search for those eyes that consume me.
You are in a purple pride T-shirt in front row
and my heart rushes towards you.
I choose my place where I belong,
I hear your mellowed voice,
“I hate chemistry, it’s not fun.”
You asked for my calculator to figure 11 square
I wish the final result were 88, my face allover yours!
Recreation Center
As your ipod thunders on your ears,
my adrenaline and agility follow you;
your long legs and the “PINK” short,
I sweat at your fast suppleness.
Cycling beside your smell of pheromone,
I adore your image on the mirror.
I wish I were a momentary Kansas storm
embracing your every existence
under twinkling darkness of September sky.
Somewhere under Kansas cloud
I ride a bicycle everyday to school
and you drive a brand new Audi.
Though I cook my food in Indian spicy way;
You eat frozen food from Wal-Mart.
I am a rebel like the author of “Descent of Man”.
But, you want me to be saved by your God.
Your sunflower smile,
Your lovely beauty spot on dove like neck,
I sketch you with freedom of hues,
dazzling your lines with purple blood.
Will our everyday beliefs melt into sensible chaos?
Will our purple images be heard on the stone of eternity?
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