I open my doors
to brown breads and baked lives
I see from this oasis,
with fresh running water
and Wi-Fi that keep me
in and around love.
She catches me blind,
the fast car, a Bugatti.
In her veil it glows,
the eyes touch me like my
teacher’s notes on a blackboard.
No, she ain't my teacher.
Just some random eyes,
which wander on to you,
between their lust for glitter
and perfumes, all kept safe
in the closet with the rest of the
gold - black and 'em yellowish ones.
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