Gone!

May be
I'm still that lad
who walked the snake roads
under cerulean skies
with bunch of tunips
and a boyish smile

come equipped
to lock lips n make love
and live a small life
in minutes with you out there
like pilgrims
at the gates of
their Jerusalem
in their priestly flow
feeling good godly and gone!

Just so I cherish
what it is to be with you
to that when I am not
like the sweet nothings
that escape them lips
of those who sing hymns and pray,
moment their personal gods
come of life 'fore front of em for one.