A Fool I Am Poem by Sathya Narayana

A fool I am my friend
I tell myself again and again
that I started forgetting you
well within.
But yet I feel
like a river's feign of oblivion
of the sexy sands of brim...
and like a mountain's design
to move away from lovely cloud woman.

The inner volcanoes burn and burst often
filling my heart with hot gushing lava of passion
my outer blues are seared by vindictive Sun
You are my true solace
inside and out
recalled or forgotten...
whether I confess or turn down.
Yet
A fool I am my friend
I tell myself again and again
that I started forgetting you well within.