turn me
inside out
baby doll
(my head
falls from
the neck
after dreaming
you were
not real)
turn me
on as
you walk
away then
back again
(into my
skin you
go, a
needle searching
for more
than blood)
turn me
over, spread
the root
(bark spills
from my
eyes, leaves
sprout from
your breasts)
what music
dangles from
your lips,
a time
signature frozen
between our
whispers (stars
fall just
to see
our invisible
dance of
soul a
little closer)
we move--
(as thunder
through cloud
as thought
in air)
to being
nothing more
than memory
how will
we forget?
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I was directed to your page by an "armchair soulbrotha" (lloyd), so I just wanted to say "hey, how ya doin, where ya been" you know the usuals. ttyl brudder.
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