“KISMET” By: Ms. Monette A. Butay I stood at the balcony of Cafĕ Kirei, Where our point lies with a forbidden affair I have this second thought of seeing him, But I ought to be with him to ease my frustration… He imbibes an apparition of pulchritude, Like of the great Hercules, For invading my whole being, For it shouldn’t be… He’s my morphine, That soothes within me, Even vodka, That I totally get addicted. Truly he had brought me into river Styx Which reminds me, how his body and mine reunited; That empty night… His lenient lips, as he drifted with mine, Makes me trembled. Wanting for more kiss, For more touch of his warm hands. Reverberating in and out of my being… But, how does it feel to be this way? Everything is realized, My illusion, My everything. Undoubtedly making me feel better, But eventually an ILL…
