She
I am climbing a climb endless ladder-high as I try escaping trapping eyes from
She
I am tied tight to my tongue's twists try to describe cryptic Coptic casing that is
She
She
Hangs on my copper limbs
I grow oil soil with thoughts of her black/slick
I scale to the skies
I am deeper than six feet
digging her whole persona
Reversing my patterns,
Reversing my position, my words,
My love will not stay in park, it's not even in neutral
My drive is there, however,
And there is no brake, no stopping, no rear view
My past is miles back of me
She uses deception in a receptive way
She likes what I say to her when I sing her soul to sleep
With my heart beat on the percussion
My mind on the spirit's sax
Under cardiac arrest
With trumped up charges of trumpet playing crimes
She chimes in with cymbals systematically
This is a grand band soothing her wounds
Swept away with Yansa's broom
I am guilty
She calls for me in the wind and dials up the number
She has my number
I am caught up
A rapture of reciprocity when I deliver my affection
It comes back to take me
SheI am beneath beneath the Earth
She is my fertile ground to keep me rooted
Even as we bear fruit from our roots up.
I stay grounded with her.
She
I am around the round solar symbol of myself
With my faith in my flares and my color as my God
I make my people brown-black-blue-red-yellow-goldenrod
When she mixes with me
I see we two hues make human
And humanity make humility their pledge to us
Under the skies that scream ancient praises
As we kiss the sky
Every morning
I am connected from the disconnected distances that only keep me from
She
I am longing for the short time that is between our meeting place on this Earth's face until I hold
She
I am reversed to birth cause I'm dying to love...
She.
I am sent back to Earth cause Heaven isn't itself without...
She.
I am without motion's emotions until the axis spins to rotate the beginning again with...
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