Saturday, 1 November 2014

Africa Rises In Your Black Eyes, I miss you

I want to tell you I want you
But my nerves betray my slurred intentions
And you say it like a Hattori Hanzo sword
slicing necks into two road kill
the shrill thrill that swirls around
like morning tweets leaves legacies
in intricate intricacies
three little humming birds
as you wake
all I can say
in my mind
is dammit mommy
I lurvs you
it rolls off my silent tongue
twirling in my soul
swirling the house beats
round and round
but yours is mine
is the dubstep
heartbeat that throbs
with the passion of the Christ
classically when you are near
elastically its this song
from Narnia
that casts spells in gold sonatas
and cantatas my first and fourth movement
my patient positive vibrations
peace you sing
for your love
I'll do a bad Stevie Wonder rendition
yes for you I'll do almost anything
in drunk dark days
and sober Sundays
with a smile
my love serenade
soul lemonade
my organic fruit citrus intellectual
my apple in the sky
don't worry you can sleep right here
on my chest Jah Sistren
but good morning none the less
Africa rises in your eyes.


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