compilation....

Come write for me
a song
that you've created divinely
on a throng
of locs strumming upon my skin.
show me that you're strong
both in sanity and physically.

come fly me to the moon
cause i've got you under my skin
fizzling and stirring
disturbing my human being

for i am mad about you, boy
you are my thrill, my complete joy
and for 24 little hours of the day
you'd be nowhere but here
perched on leaves,
swaying as we cleave

shut eye, shut eye
after the light
go down
low

September Midnight

fair and blue, a star in sight
perhaps the star that night
be you. Fierce, bright
strong with delight
immaculate, contrite
the apple be mine to bite