lovejam

this nigga...

the healing over of wounds licked a million times

mother ship hovering over sunflower and daisy fields for inspiration and light.

pity wheat fields are dusted; symbolically tatted by humans? aliens from galaxies far, far away?

7 galaxies west of earth, my home, they looking for a sista.?

this nigga...

satisfaction at the bottom of a bottle or top a thought bubble

surfacing to be rescued amongst wavy water and tense winds

out sea and lost to be found by seamen? semen?

consciously elemental. wait, what?

this nigga...

got like pixie dust from the outer most regions

personally, regolith inhaler, sniffing the resource for life

and contentment and familiarity because love

don't roam freely, it dives on ya like the speed of light...

and I am that light.