listening to Juicy
Fruit, reminiscing on a spell, sugar sweet candy kisses. given permission,
no greater sin, tradition wasn’t meant for all souls. tremendous catchalls, web
wide wizards, suffocating on freedom. i drift on salty rain, chemistry highs,
charisma countries; blossomed sensuality, lollipop surrendering, soft palms
creating music—such flesh, or all-night barbeques, early morning grilled cheese
and ham. never remembered, until the day came, so much to believe otherwise.
surety of graces, black sophistication, granny attended Tuskegee. we pride
that. we sing that. like winning the lottery. roller skating, scraping knees,
the chocolate stars; so rich in beauty, a cure for the lonely, a debt for all
of humanity. upon a scar, mother would kiss, it chokes me up. never knew it
would hurt, mother passed by, can’t even remember much compromise. honeydew
helium, experience determined by perception, so close—we enjoyed earth.
