A Sweet Torture

Early frisking hours of dawn, The relentless creases of not-so-linen sheets, Happy Hours, we say with a frown, Irony, in all it’s glory, ado, hearts beat, Premature love-like longings, sweats of passion, How vivid the sketch is, how beautifully broken in-time, A new trend, a hippie fashion, Ethereal musings frozen in mind!