My most beloved, I can’t stay longer now…there is a meeting going on, on my work laptop…I should at least listen…and I can’t…with the golden curls, your thighs, The Big Hibiscus, shell phone in my head…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…daydreaming… listening to your voice in my head, smiling on your accent…kissing the Lilies Road…falling in the Bazaar…