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I merely want to be the love song swaying from her lips,

As I place my dreams on the tip of her tongue, because

S/he speaks them clearly…

S/he speaks my dreams clearly…

Clearly, I can’t see clearly through the clear corridors of her eyes…

S/he breathes clouds of another lifetime,

Now dissolved into “Me”…

Me would be no “I” if I had never met…

U.N.I.T.Y. has un-united us,

But why?

I cry internal sighs of the undead,

And memorize literary beauty from which s/he read…

S/he tucked my soul into bed…

S/he then tucked her soul into my thoughts

And sang the Moon in cords of images,

And hummed the rising Sun around an elliptical orbit,

Setting images of her soul…

Imagine her soul!

Imagine her soul!

Imagine her soul’s imagination being hindered by unimaginable heartbreaks.

And sometimes my heart breaks

From imagining my heart in an orphan state without hers…

Often times when s/he speaks my reality is deferred…

“S/he preferred I wear a life jacket into this romantic relationship,”

And before my ship could ever sail through her relations,

Relatively, we found common ground through embraced fingertips…

For, we are one…

Like sold mates into a slavery of souls…

We mated on rays of an ingrown Sun,

As the aroma tip-toed out of Atmosphere’s window,

And calculated clouds,

Striking Afro-centricity,

Burning pages of one-night memories that write me…

I told her I had her back…

S/he replied that s/he had forever…

For every reason I had to have her,

S/he had four… ever so gently speaking them…

I grieved her love lost,

And confessed my inability to decipher the painful sight of my lost love…

Forever was now tomorrow, as appose to last night…

It was today when we rediscovered love through spoken touches of seductive sight…

S/he kissed shadows of tonight’s Moonless Twilight…

“Rubbing the eyes of her snow-covered memories,

S/he bled burning rivers of unanticipated dreams…”

As I stood in the valley of her conscience,

I found the cure to our unconscious love…

S/he bathed my back in liquid metaphor,

Leaving rings of shadow casts around the tub…

“Her name was pronounced S-A-T-U-R-N…”

Named after one the brightest stars that sit…

Sat…

Shall I sit?

So I sat & turned pages of her heart,

In which I placed a book mark & parted until tomorrow…

But tomorrow never came in her brainstorm of a mind…

S/he slept lifetimes of timeless pain…

With her windows closed, yet eyes open,

S/he enslaved omens of laughter in her frown,

Which pounded on the frames of her mind,

But s/he just laughed back at them…

And fell into a deepless sleep…

Sleep…

Sleep s/he did not…

S/he ought to…

S/he ought…

S/he did not…

“Not” ought to be what you can do, “not” what you can’t do,

And what I can’t do is say that I don’t love her…

But s/he sleeps without me…

…In night…

…Under eternal clouds of cover…

S/he now sleeps….

Sleeps…

S/he sleeps forever…

…Without me…



Tha Prodigal One...