Let me tell all our picturesque arguments
Will implode to aesthetic deaths
They will not survive us.
Effete values, Acrobatic truths
Embarrassed by young realizations
Will stop to drive us.
Languorous foreplay will replace quick copulations
Quicksilver desires will give way to monolithic patience
Deepest of our dreams will keep us awake
Until the hitchhiker overtakes
To the other gate.
Hey I am new to this town.
Do you know the way around.