Sunny Nights

Your sunshine
Don't do nothin'
But bring me the blues...
Because when I see it from afar...
Does nothing but make me realize
Just how far I am away from you...
But Sunshine...
Oh sunshine...
How I do love your smile...
Just wish you'd hang around a little bit longer...
Squeeze me a little bit harder...
And still be there to warm me up
When the sun goes down.

Dipped in Clover

So tonight I'll dream of sun barely kissed kisses...
Coltrane on our breaths
Miles Davis amidst thrusts
Dizzy Gillespie would find the balance between our hearts...
Soft playing jazz ensembles between your thighs...
Make me one with the Movement
A part of the renaissance
Damn it if your name's Jezebel---
I'll call you
Suave and smooth
I'll seduce you
And you...
You can just call me
Your Soft heart having fool
I'll still call you...
Just catch me up in your groove
That smooth life time shit
In my dreams...
It'll stop before it starts...
And I'll wake up
Once again
To kisses dipped in clover honey
From the same sultry lips
Murmuring the smoothest skats in my ear.

Midnight Spectrum

With the sunrise
You're in my palms...
While in the end
Midnight
Rests its soul
Between
Your thighs
And I wonder
Through out your day
Where the borough fits in
And where your thoughts direct their stare
And what idle ideas
Are synonymous for in your world
As well as the order of your words
In that
Little
Secret
Folded tree
In the backyard of your mind
Because while midnight has been granted the heat of your inner being
I have been left to
Loiter on the outskirts...
Until I'm special enough to be given a role...
Until I'm special enough
to plant my own tree
In your back yard
In the hopes of something
Profound in nature occurring....
Like midnight making room
In the special space inside of you
For the rest of us
In the spectrum
Of light.

Untld: Moment in Brooklyn

So...
Naturally you can understand
My heartbreak
When the one I love
Doesn't
Fucking
Love
Me.

Obviously
All I need is some me time
The shut the world out
And be stingy
Just
With
Me
Kind.

Apparently
You don't give a fuck
Or you're still oblivious
Either way
It's a personal problem

But...
Just don't bitch about the role
Once you've been casted...
And elect not to play
Your
Fucking
Part.

Then again...
I love you through it all...
And I understood
Way before it all...
Sometimes...
In my
Semi-moments of weakness
I sit hoping you'd call
But I still know
You love me....
You just piss me the fuck off sometimes.

Untld: The Loveless

She said if I loved her she'd know it
Shit---
If I felt it I'd show it
But I just said these things to please her
clear her mind
Ready and willing to ease her Pussy lips on the ones between my nose and chin.
Damn---
Never thought she'd want the love
Not from me
Not like this
Didn't know she didn't know I didn't feel like that.
Didn't know she really thought I loved her back...
Then again
Don't think she really did
She just wished really hard
Wished she could remodel me into the prototype of anyone other than the loveless person that I am...
And I can be nothing more
Than who I am...
Without wanting to be that for myself.

Pure

And no...
I am not composed of molasses and cream
Or milk and honey
Though I think I'd melt if you ever told me I was
And made me believe it was so...
I'm simply a creation
Concocted of cells
Made up of 70% water
So let it not be a surprise
When you hurt my heart
And in turn
Tears leak from my eyes....
I am merely human
70% water
And I just ask that you love me
It'd be an honor if you knew my body
Well enough so that
When we made love
If ever we made love...
I'd never have to direct or speak
Because you'd know when I needed that slow remix
Rewind
Breakdown on my clit...
And when I needed it full speed ahead
Climax in 27 seconds flat type shit
It would mean you actually put some time into me...
Like I put sometime in to me...
Because I can hit that spot accidentally
More times than not
And I know your body better
Than the privileged pair of panties that
You elect to wear on occasion that
I'm so grateful to remove
And when I wonder if you love me
And how to make you want me...
Want me again like you once did...
I find myself wanting to taste like
Honey and milk and cream and molasses...
And I realize
That would be a shame if I did...
Because the pure taste of
Mangoes and
Nectarines
Would be soaked in something that...
It's not
And what's more desirable than something pure?
Nothing and everything all at once apparently...
Thus I twiddle my thumbs
While writing this...
Waiting for more time to elapse...
Because I'm sure
The next time...
When you look at me
When you...
Talk to me
Kiss me
Taste my homegrown love...
You'll remember how pure I am
70% water
And remember that desire
Deep down in your heart
That I'm sure is still there
And reflect it back into my heart
Clearer than that of the
Bluest pond.

Sheets

And though I
Match the masculine
To your feminine...
I am not afraid to tell you
To fuck me harder...
Nor am I afraid to tell you to stop
Because I know
The simple statement
Will cause a rise
In your imaginary member
And force you to soldier on relentlessly
I'm more so afraid to grip my sheets...
Because you know how I feel about my Egyptian cotton...
And the way you
PAUSE
POUND
ROTATE
Repeat...
Hitting my spot like
An elevator button
Pressed to take me higher
And higher
Just might make me tear these bitches---
Then again
I'm sure they've got them in stock somewhere...
Shit.