Abyssinian indigene
Obsidian diffidence
Bill the prince for the concert
of stars warbling an opera
Aurora borealis spilled from the chalice of the cosmos
Not close enough
When your smoke erupts, I want to taste it simultaneously
We made this day concurrent with the cataracts in Eden
We be holy but when loving we may masquerade as heathen
breathing silent suras from the temple to the street
I’m reading all your melody from your temple to your teeth
It’s too simple just to speak – we build nations with a glance,
crumble sultans and their castles when we cast our eyes askance
dance with colored ribbons in the desert dust like whirlwind
Lurk in halls of marble, playing hide and seek in palace
Rambling of poems as we’re ravaging the atlas
Backflips through atlantis easy as we never left it
Your palm is velvet on my pelvis,
your song scribbled on my delta