tennis court

a concrete box, squared up to lock the pain,

annihilating any traces of post-mortem rain,

was the place where amid momentary affection,

i felt true confinement liberate the cross-section

of an organ so upbeat and so remorselessly injured;

a sole glance was enough for my spirit to get hindered.

despite the illusory vagueness of that encounter -

it was but a mere question - eventually i had found her.

oblivious i was to the importance of the patience

presented by my shy, but it sparked golden relations.

so thankful i am for a chance in times of blue,

an uplift in my tension, and the mesmerizing view.

this man-made imprisonment which holds a plethora of memories

makes me go against my nature, performing felonies.