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Butterflies emerge from my cocoon

Life’s desire to breathe, free up my front room

My place amongst the stars seems so far,

But I know it’s just a few steps and a dream that separates me from where they are
See mists and oceans, mask my devotion, why’ve I got to drown just to fly?

When flying is close to dying if you get too close to the sun

I think we call it soul mates if you get too close to the one.
For getting too close or fear of flying breaks your heart and starts your dying,

Your love was not lying when it just wanted to live

So let it live in you for all the world to see,

Let it fertilize your dreams,

Everyone’s flight begins with fear, so many don’t get so near,

And even if your journey ends in tears and a disaster

You took a chance and that’s what matters
So shall we dance?

Flip the coin and forget where it lands

Flip the script forget the steps,

Sweeter than crepes, lets savour the place

R Kelly stepped in the name of love we stomp the yard in this place
Scoff the food from thought without saying grace,

Its a saving grace
This private attire
We melt hearts into one and solidify our desire
See no one devalues this gold
Heart’s radiant heat is too much to fan

For it is as we are
The priceless I am

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Meet in the Middle [3/30]

Her kisses blew my brain like the swirling winds of a hurricane
Heart had no time to melt I felt super humane uber-urbane
Tying tongues into unspoken embraces, fingers locked as the body ticked and picked its paces
Thoughts were cycling, the future was racing, I didn’t hear us click
But the pulsating, vibrations were devastating
It was a calendar moment but we weren’t dating
We just got caught up
In the thick of it

Re-awakened lust whispered like late echoes faint shadows
Our bond disconnected cupid from his arrows
We never sailed we paddled, this comfort we were glad for
Kindred souls with different roles but for each other a passion of sorts
Single/ Taken well who was what and what were we?

She was 7 I was 1,
Our kisses cooked with more passion than Raekwon
Invisible intimations raced like 2 cars on a figure 8
I was complex but she was the plane, not plain
Her eyes transported me away, wherever whenever I gazed
Our liaison could leave me ablaze, maybe not in good ways

See she had been through a serious series of malaise
I’d not been to sleep for a month and days
Was it a glazed view of sour souls we saw in moments of the day
Just mutual passion shared in an inebriated high jape

Were we really kindred souls, a couple on the make?
For I’d had dreamed us being, yet in that she was whisked away
How could a night light manifest as day?
Yet all I knew is we were everywhere and nowhere
Something thing and nothing like Alphabet function
Is our night numbered, would we see the day?
Is this game for real or is it just a screen play

For now we’d be quiet noise, like letters for a word poised
A stealth ploy, oxygen bubbles
Not yet on paper, battling our own rubble,
If I rumble in her jungle would my life tumble today?
Is she someone to whom I’d sign my life away?
We need to meet in the middle
So ABC meet H. I. J

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