His legs hisses towards my door, incessantly beating the door like “Ayan” till I break the door free, eating my hat while hearing the sound of his mouth.
( He draws me till my chest kisses his).
Him: It’s been a coon’s age
I: ( staring with a smile)Yes, you’re now long in the tooth. The seed of your hair is now germinating a white fruit.
Him: ( He laughs like a wind) You’re now as beautiful as the glowing stars at dawn.
I: (Muse)… You’re looking good
Him: (Happily) Heaven sees how my soul dances at the moment
I: You’re elated!, but why?, when happiness refuses to sing and drum on its empty tune.
Him: Just a glimpse in this darkness
I: When my Simile and metaphor runs out of stream, I walk in irony