Salt, fat, and warm hands. Pocket lingering flavor. Folding flour if taste.
Perched and naturalWilling to nest in glances,A flighty embrace
Sweet asterism pourUnravel bitter water Nurture as nature
Carry on you foolThe cords never stopped playingSo step and stomp out
Woven through fingers In sin, a saint unadorned. Owed, you are, and am. Harlem outside of Marcus Garvey Park
Write down your nature Know that your shadow is wild Cloaked in plain sight, lore.
Lie to you for fun? Most underwear are racist. It’s not from their jeans.
Struck with the blunt end A blade’s soft side flirts like love Heartbreak is a kink