10.4.17 Letter to Mrs. Gray

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You’re in your Bridal gown, me, my tuxedo
And what we know
What we feel is deep, so
Much farther than 20,000 leagues go
If I’ma keep it a C-note
Sounding soft as piano key tones
But Ima go hard like I actually froze
Knowing you are my warmth
My sunshine intruding the dark
Walking by faith when I was refusing to crawl
In too many pieces for properly viewing it all
You made me get it together
Figure the puzzle, no more twisting or guessing
Try to put a price on this peace
They’ll end up trillions indebted
So it’s best the hussies forget it
You and the truth are all I want naked
Maybe I should’ve saved that for the honeymoon
I just had to be sure they heard it too
From the fam to the deacon the prayers are coming thru
To be one with you didn’t need a second thought
From first sight I knew where forever started
And, yes, this is a small step towards it
But this ceremony
Is just a detour off a good path
Cuz vows get abandoned and rings get removed fast
Between heated moments and temptations
But not enough to forget I need you more than I crave you
And that’s all that matters.

S.O.S.

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Secret Admirer, a freestyle

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Dear You,
I might sound like a stalker at first
The way I’ve followed your verse
I’ve ended up out of this world
Looking for the star you’re calling your home
I left my space suit back there
On earth; so you know it’s real
First time I heard you, I took my last breath
Saw you, and my lungs refilled
Super powers of a supermodel; you’re with them
I believe
To call this love ‘galore’ is cheating
It; selling short
This thing so strong, it teleports
Me to the altar
We walk from to a new life for us to begin
As two doves in the wind
A fly girl soaring with me
So fly, even Drew Barrymore attended
Watched us promenade
Where the sky meets space
I fell in love with you over the weekend
Watching Martin reruns while you screamed ‘Go Gina’
‘Go Gina’
Voice so sweet; does
your garden taste like that?
Hope you like when I say it like dat
In a room full of broken clocks, time is our friend
And I’ll do anything for you and I to not end
Even when things get wavy, we’ll ride till they’re still
Because you’re far from normal, girl; you should know
I got half a mind to give you pretty little birds
About 20 something of them
Trust we’ll make it work
I could promise I won’t lose control….

…. Looks like I already am, tho.

Sincerely,

S.O.S.

Distracted.

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It’s only partially explainable
And that’s a deed I’m not really ashamed to do
Admit, rather
Half the time I prefer to skip the chit chatter
Get a handle
On your hips, quickly snatch you
Mid-sentence
Wrestle the words off your lips with
My own; heartbeat signaling submission
Hoping your attention lowers to what’s lifting
Pushing on inhibitions, buttons, and zippers
To pin down any attitude, having you tap out when it slips in
A distance
I can tell is new to you
Deeper than our convo, touching the truest you
Relax, baby, let me make a monsoon of you
Instead; it ain’t gotta be a one-time thing– get a quintet
One for every ocean in this wet
Dream
Whether or not it becomes reality is a guess to me
Just know it’s on my mind whenever we
Talk.

S.O.S.

Decisions.

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Red and blue lights color the rear view
And THIS time, I know there’s no crime I did do
No broken tail light, no warrants
Wasn’t driving formidable
But my hands are now at 10 and 2
Submitting sooner than I’d like to
But when these people see empty palms, they’re most likely to shoot
Tell me what’s the right move…..
I’d rather put up my dukes
But bringing fists to a gunfight is stupid
And bringing clear cut evidence to trial is useless
Last time I was clueless
Cuffed in the back of the wagon, pride at war with mind
Witnessing them molest my car before my eyes
Knowing they’re not bound to find any paraphernalia
The only pine I had was a brand new freshener
But I could smell the police issued bullets hungry for my flesh
I could smell the tears my family ain’t cried yet
I could smell my unborn child’s hair
I could smell the wood of the casket I’d be boxed in
I inhaled the air that left the room when the judge said ‘not guilty’
And it drugged me
Fight or flight are my alternatives
But the officer cut my wings with a sharp misjudgment
When you know their directions can still lead to pearly gates
And resistance will only hurry that fate
When your survival is no longer your decision
Unsure if the God you prayed to truly listened
What do you do??? What y’all proposing???
Hurry with the answer… the officer’s approaching….

S.O.S.

Staring Problem

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My mind is your runway
And all your selfies are cover page
Breaking news beauty
To die for, but I had to break the noose
I can’t trust a heaven that let this angel loose
To party in my cardiac
I like the way you move
Winding your body, intertwining my mind with
My love below
I ponder the parts of you you’re nervous to show
To make you blush without the brush’s support
Have your lips stick to mine, hoping it lasts forever
And I don’t see a need for you to mask errors
Or whatever you call them
It doesn’t matter to me
Even when your face ain’t made up, you’re my fantasy
Whether you’re dreaming, cooking, or dressing, my admiration follows
Like I have a staring problem
Y equals your mind plus your laugh, your sass, your face, that…
Your geometry is my pupils’ favorite class
And I do all my work by hand
Exploring your land
Diving in your ocean and journeying to your mountain’s peak
Your geography is art to me, a sight to see
Retouched, you’re nice, but your homegrown is magic
You’re a 9.9 when we paint the town then a 10.2 the morning after
You have my eyes, and I couldn’t take em off you if I wanted em back
Ask me if I have a staring problem
And my response will be
‘…Yeah’.

S.O.S.

Proposition S.O.S.

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Fantasies so inappropriate
Even though I can only make them rhyme, I still hope for them
Since I’m sick of love yet lovesick
I bet my life, the antidote’s in your lips
Or
Maybe holding your hips
In a staring contest
Afraid you’ll disappear if I don’t get the win
So every time I blink I’m securing my grip
Cuz these titanic feelings are ill-fated
Didn’t hit an iceberg, but they still sank in
To the floor of my cardiac
Torn in half
Never to be in cahoots again
In this lifetime; it’s a beautiful twist
I’m hungry for relations without ruining the ship
Fill you with me just one time
While we’re tongue tied
Bruising your peach till your nectar runs dry
And the memory of me is your sunrise
On a dark day
I know I’m illin’, but I got that feeling, that’s word to Marvin Gaye
And you’re the prescription wrote for it
Your mind and your body, sans your heart
I know I can’t have your all
But I’d sure appreciate a dose of it.

S.O.S.

Overlover.

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A stranger today, my baby tomorrow
Wifey next month, a year later, a mama
Talk about moving fast…
I got a heart of stone
So I love hard and have trouble falling slow
Plus when it comes to courtship, I play for keeps
Hell, I don’t even suit up if it ain’t for a ring
And our minutes don’t get seconds, so why waste any time going in circles
I’ll be straight with you
This ain’t serendipity, but déja vu
I waited so long, like forever and a day times two
To say hi to you
I had to break my rules
So if I seem off the chain… blame God and you
I’m still growing and the struggle is real taming these feelings
I think about you when I ain’t even thinking
There are some nights I’d rather daydream than sleep and
I heard it took a week to create the beginning
You have a smile that says ‘let there be light’
And it’ll flash on my mind till my exodus arrives
Because I’m an overlover
If it’s still hard to tell, then I hope to show ya

S.O.S.

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