Snooping, itch to know more
Irresistible dragging’s from within the core
Ablaze stare for a foretaste, but yields eye full
Having to belie the twitch and scuttle, or drift down to the pill
Beyond boundaries boarder less, dreams flooded slide,
Mists of pleas preventing one’s flight yonder glide
All comes alive, the last breath, the last shout, last look,
the last beat’ the last throb and even last prayer.
Stop the enflamed glows jumping from fist. Stop!
With no ifs and buts;
Beams beeping Brilliance
My basic instincts
By: Shashi Moore