A story about observing people who scare me, teach me, and fill me with awe. A love song. |
He took down from the mirror his only memory of you Drew a figure of a woman in pencil Used your body as a matchstick and burned his home to the ground. He ate the snow around our old school took his time feeling the sidewalk tasted the air and our music Shouted at the earth with his steps and taught us how to breathe. She comes up to his waist and screams into his mouth A hip hop beauty in black and blue Standardized Tested the meaning of your self control and turned your body against itself. She gripped the wheel of your car and sideswiped your arm. Blasted rhythm and blues Giggled as she took a light and lost herself when you jumped her. I have never felt this way about anyone in my life. I have felt this way about everyone. I walked the streets looking for one God, one muse, one prophet. I changed my mind, finding overtly intellectual hip hop artists. I found myself in a car with my breath against the window. I found myself in a bed with my memory left at the door. I found myself with a feeling warmth in my heaven surrounding me. on the street. We fall in love in each other. We fall in love in the world. We walk into each other. We close out the world. We fall in love. |