She got my thoughts distorted, contorted
got me flying high
like a kite gliding the gentle East Wind
the float so soothing
my mind so preoccupied
on how to blow her mind

She got me curious
fired
the inner me inspired
pleasant thoughts and virtual walks
writing her my silly notes
sing-alongs and radio joints
My paper, my pen, my love, my heart

© Bonyo Buogha 2009

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