Ooh P!

When the feet of the drum 
Dream like cream in a beat,
i surrender both with my switch
that which twitches 
reaches the trumpet-like voice like yours,
as it soldiers over fading barriers,
twinkle like unto dusty justice my little star
... Beat,
on the rocks with ice just because
... Heat,
Tumbling a jumble metaphorically; simile
... Feat,
that's how your smile shines in my memory,
similarly.
The only thing between me, you and the Ritz,
is tall tar as my Naija-man would say.
"How far?"
Not too far
but Tall as tar by car.
I'm leaving, Mos Def, most definitely.
Now you know - i'm a travelling man
Definitively because when your lips died mine with youR red flavored lisp whining,
with youR guitar stringed touch,
and when youR violin hisses with your smooth kisses,
I miss you, actually.
Hope I'm still your African Shaolin Tiger from Siberia. 
If not from Beijing.

Nostalgia

the wind blows, drizzles and sprinkles the corners of your dainty smile like droplets that remain behind your breeze as easily as you said good morning, goodbye i'll see you later - this morning. Sure thing I said, not knowing that pink flavoured hug lingers on as I clutch out at the stars, waiting for the robot right arrow to flash green. Can't wait to get home and see you again my strawberry.

Sweet P

The pain by the way, is that between a beaten shack and a mansion, there is a lovely story that you tell between whispers that dance with that chance that maybe perhaps your heart and mine draw calligraphy in the sands of time open an close, with your natural particulars, k... i speak in ancestral tongues, my tea with strawberries. Hola! hey, how you doing?

Strawberry Juice...

Everyday
I write, almost
I don't show them all to you
Too scared, my metaphors will bore you
Too scared, my phrases will appear careless
Too scared, the years of waiting will be wasted
But this paradise you've brought; that I feel,
It doesn't escape but twinkles,

This feeling
Twinkling in your eyes
When you gaze into mine
My life?
Lets escape Babylon.