look at you brown skin lady me not know what to do!
But smother you in stale truth
Recycled funk just dont rub off and weve got generations of captivity making algae our dungeoned capsules
My hands are cold, your stare bring heat
my thoughts coaling light from the sweat of my pineal
You kiss its pine cone ocean spray demanding me to swim your seas of cease my tongue convulsing in seizures
we know its wrong,
we still digest its sweet
and in the quake of panting breaths
her voice bring cool
down, I lay
biting the seeds of her grapefruit
Coiled fires stray to ash
Spirits hear a who
Voices straining for Lord’s ears
But the spirit won’t translate
No, not this time.
And so it takes another 1,000 years
For humans to walk in manifestation groping his commandments
Greatness. Our deity did rise.
Drowned in divinity
Restore and materialize the nude I