My heart is in your hands
where will you take it?
My sacrifice's so true.
Never ask me to fake it.
I get goosebumps all the time
and my stomach ripples for your rhymes
together in arms embracing
through the cold and the chill racing
just ahead of my lips' brush tracing
a line on your spine that being yours
makes you all and forever mine all mine.
History without time but for the senses
oh, so, everlasting divine
sweet and cherry like a rush into territorial crime.
No one will blame me if I'm your Romeo zither
'cause together we know just how to shiver and weather
slip and trace the skip and face the music's grace
nobody has what you and me dry erase
from the whiteboard and signal fire seen out in space,
all the effort in lying by couple's who're dying
holding on and trying to stay some course gone blinding
super nova past tense river run parchment round a tent pole
that got bent and can't stay up to pay the rent for the pent up
pent house laundry soap scum parade of rotten teeth
and low grades on the down low up high with the soft snow
they can't see without a machine gunning for your highway trip
to the connection cafe down the street where we meet
and put them all to the same shame they put to themselves
only better.
Only better because we're together.
Together, clean and sabre tooth resurrected
ready for the dimes and the crimes to deselect us
route around and dig their own holes to wear their headstone crowns
and in peace leave us to do the holy rounds upon the grounds
you and me keep and reap from what we sow
for sense, your sensibility, my heart in your hands
gets its only nobility close to the bone
look at it it's ours, our open heart ability
taking over with rapture the whole of the city.
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Succulent Skin
PoetryAs an ongoing work conceived with no rigid form or rule over content, many subjects receive treatment in widely varying voices and styles. To go with a lot of the unstructured free verse, there are even a few pseudo-rap or hip-hop styled pieces, pro...
