The music playing
through my B28 eyes
Is making passionate
love
to my ears and
confines
Enough to fill my cup
Right up to the top
For I’ve been
yearning for a melody
to get me to bop
It has that what you
can say
crunch to it
The one that adds
this tender
touch to it
It’s slurring and un-loose
enigma me
I’ve been punched in to
that vision of lovelies
of Fresh sixteens and
harmonies.
But first we start
with
shells and boxes
the kinds that case
divas and foxes
before we enter into
them hopeful doors
to the rhythms of the
soul
tearing up birthday
suits on all fours
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