CatWoman

Cat dance, cut; autopilot tongue whiplash, cue…

I throw up water lilies with a blow of your sweet smiling kiss

Puff that last pass I made when I was shopping rite

On free flow when your legs addressed that dress

Blessed, I see Jah rise in you; brown iced eyes

CheeseCake, your beat and drum kit splice valentines skits

with eight-steaks, two-buns and chilled winter whispers

you bake me inside out and,

warm my chips up round and round.