Lost In Translation Poem by Louis Borgo

Loose canes and warm barriers I confidence in you like breath for

sure love,

Not to be breast feed,

Gesture to clouds, glitch of sight of rings,

This shall be the place that fittest of offers of April showers if

come May let it rain,

Infinity sight under the moon light,

Strawberry jam and roast honey biscuits,

I plead the fifth because I love attention,

Picnic basket and fried chicken,

Now you know we are from the country what order do you think we would
have first?

But I always seem to miss the bigger picture?

Friends as best just a meal and a conversation.

Infusion moods to check out a flick or two of a motion picture,

Obliged to candle light and movie,

Repeating word from the scripture of quotes,

With smile to gloat higher sense to just listen how she speak

Breathless to see,

Amber to awake stumble striving to reception,

Poignant to the flame of fire that burning so bright,

Asking myself let it burn let it burn if it would make all right

never was good with signals,

Telling myself like a cashier to a teller,

I feel rich at heart why ruin the moment,

Asking and wondering as I watch her sleep can men and woman be just

friends and stop breathing,

An, fatal attraction and a conversation,

Set the heaven a little closer and chills ran down my back thinking

let it be.