P.

P, I wanted your rose to kiss me softly

Right here where I clearly see,

My Sweetest Soweto memory

My three million lullabies betwixt goodbyes

Leave me wondering beyond yonder

Whether I am just playing with prayer

Or in a good way you’re just slaying me textually

Slicing my brevity away

P, My taboo, and my déjà vu

Downtown you are my brownsugar

on the eastside my chocolate cake

on the west my ice cream dream

and everywhere else my eyes see no one else but you

And you know I don’t want it to sound like that

Not in a bad way atleast, but you keep me mellow and sane