Trip (Larch)

You’re the type who’s extroverted and self-assured

You didn’t catch my attention ‘coz of your smile but of your spunk

Seating beside you and smelling that perfume

Gives me a slight tingle, a concealed smile

The biceps

The shoulders

The Pecs and the Back

The white porcelain skin

And that rowdy attitude

That just shuts me up

And as you doze off as this trip progress

I glance at your face

You look so different as when you’re awake

So calm, so serene

You’re dreaming, escaping into your realm

So silent, so vulnerable

I loss myself there

Yet like any trip this too did end

And you beside me

Perhaps will never be again

But I regret not

That time you spent

Beside me, on that bus

You made my day just right

‘Til we met again