A Fond Adieu

On the meandering road,

I stand near the lake.

Holding the ear

As self punishment,

You come

And hug me.

Your nose

Grapple with mine amicably

And

With a smile,

I purloin the redness

Of your pink lips.

As you nudge me,

I hold you again

In my arms to coo,

'i love you'.

Winking at my eyes,

You whisper a fond adieu,

Promising

You would come

Early tomorrow

For the tryst.