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| Before I left DC, I showed my paintings with my mentor Ryan Martinez at Art All Night in U Street/Shaw area. |
The touch of our lips
Shakes my hips
Quiver, shiver, not cold
Never ever gets old
The caress seeking anticipation
Convincing sync living elation
What's to come at the very least?
The moment governs your neck my feast
Close, pull away, it's such a tease
the way you flee, the way you greet
the way you say what you really mean
so rare, so virtuous, circuitous
the trends I send, signals, no end
Apparently, voluminous
the words, non-verbal, swords
glide beside my mind
I make it all up
Could you really be into me?
Could it be true? You?
Impossible.
I only know this moment.
I only know now.
I only know how someone right in front of me sees something, feels free
We're the same. Our minds, our brains.
Rope close the moon, sheltered behind the clouds.
Living out loud is the key you see.
Marine layer dissipates into the ether this afternoon.
Neither you nor I know how my life so soon swings back into flow, together we grow.
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