Shiva motioned for me to move, but the deeper remained still.
Nataraj beckoned me to dance, but the storm grew.
Shalimar motioned for me to murder, but instead I made love.
Palestine poured her heart into me, but I trusted not her crafty ways.
Magdalena made me a king, but I already knew I was an Emperor.
Mikhail met me as god, and I was humbled.
Between sunrise and sunset, everything happened. Yet once it occurred, there was a hint of regret in my neighbours voice.
The purple fox came and left, while I slept and dreamed of you.
And only you.