As we walk these streets, mine and yours, the streets are ours.
Like the dope beats that we produced.
The rhythms. The –
Stop. I made a mistake.
No editing over ok.
Let the mistake be seen here now.
Otherwise how will you know I am human?
This your personal captcha.
I gotta build your trust. I wanna.
At least today.
I want the relationship in our fantasy to be sorta real but not exactly.
I have only one chance to get to intrigue.
I am excited like a heart in oxygenated blood. Like a come on before an orgasm.
The lens taking lessons from the eyes.
The ones who keep trying after so many tries.
Cause who would I be to simply cast a darkness around myself with my thoughts?
Who would I be if I grasped only the egocentric mind?
Writing checks cannot be cashed.
The divinity so mined.
The one I emulate. My deep model.
Singing all the harmony right off the glass bottle.
Anytime or three am, any night.
I used to manifest her, and feel all right.
Its okay to just say that you don’t know yourself so perfect yet, either.
Truth is you never know.
Self is not one fixed thought or interval. No.
And this is my opinion.
You can love it to death and cook it in a broth of onions you pulled from the ground.
Feels good when you commit.
Have you done so lately?
This is not a demand or an opportunity to embarrass you taken.
It is ok if you think so.
Then tell me somehow. If you can.
My feelings are my feelings.
I ask only that you be as honest as you can.
Such a brief intersection, our lives.
I wanna know you.
Well enough to help you with a little something or other.
Take off some of your burden.
For I see that you are aching.
Cause I know this particular iradescent-type