If love had a sound, this would be that sound.
love. love, we would be the band to play it
my ghetto butterfly flew away from me,
I wait patiently. by windows and doorsteps,
play make believe
as my tears pour to chest
won't succeed to breathe if not the hear of you.
surely there hasn't never been a shade so blue
a stank attitude, so not mad at you
not a magnitude to encompass the latitude of my love for you.
no space or time compatible
what do I have to do.
what do I have to do.
my friends say i got it bad for you.
I do, but there's nothing in this world I'd rather do, but you.
Hey, I want to make love to your existence.
drenched in the colors of your energy,
then masturbate to the memories.
I wanna lose myself inside yourself.
until you find me, confine me, to the freedom, of your prison.
exist in the same space, same time
combine
until your thoughts slow grind with mine
combine
until your thoughts slow grind with mine.
combine.
until your thoughts slow grind with mine.
My, I want to drink the sweat off your intellect
reflect, and watch your light passion off my neck
caress the sight of your presence with no question
undress, to the nakedness of love, pure love
I want to make love to my soul mate. my soul mate.
make love to my soul mate
my soul mate
make love to my soul mate
shit.
I wonder how does it feel to make love to your soul mate.
kind of like writing poetry till climax.
till the point and place where our space and time match,
and we, cross divine paths. tell me would you like that.
how would like that
tell me would you like that
now would you like that
tell me would you like that
would you like that.
tell me
I wanna love you more than madly.
wrap these legs, around your words.
until your speech is straddled deep, gladly
swim the currents of your vibrations
be separate and one
with the same meditation
with the same meditation
this is poetry.