Monday, July 27, 2009

Poetic Justice

For the key to my heart…you must wait.

I am forming a consciousness different.

Now these streets walk words and all that glitters

is the idea of your brown glistening skin in the moonlight…

I glisten at the thought of your tongue dripping diamond drops

of sweet words onto my lips and crevices.

Mmm, taste that sweet new honey, it drips so good.

But - already I am missing you and your sunny delight.

Stay with me my sweet starry abyss.

Fly with me through the nighttime skies.

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