Remembering that horrible night

[osho]

I was bowled over to see the unimaginable
The sweats dripped across my facade
To see you squeezed beautifully
For all you want is squeezing, caressing
And nothing else

I was too busy with the world
With my job, with my newspapers and TV
In this world of hustle bustle
To earn a living and appreciation
For love is a tip of the problem I have to deal in every walk
But that tip was too heavy on my life and I got drowned

I know you want a spurt and I missed the moment
I understand life is short to wait
It is true what is close by is precious than what is far off
You grabbed the opportunity watering my mouth with a gush of desire

I know we are two hemispheres with different time zones
With no exactitude of the timing of love and romance
We aired ideas and waved desires through the Internet
But the fissure between us was too spatial

I can get love and romance anywhere
For this world is quite big and the aspiring are not short
I understand time will drain and decay your desire
Yet I waited lousily and wearily
But it was a dream
And a sheer dream

[Delta40]

There was certainly a degree of emotion in this poem Osho yet conflicted too. I liked the tumultuousness of I am/I am not effect.