I have slipped beneath your door
blackness with wings
floating
tempestuously
filling the g a p s in your heart
with the aesthetics of mind
psyche - spiritual sperm -
of my coloured wit
swimming
with past issues.. and tissues
splashing a river for u to sail
So mark this man with no ship of fools
he navigates u well
for your nipples are hard, loins wet
The rhythm u require is playing its tune
follow it.. come to me.
