she She longs for a gentle walk with a rough scallion scallywag rough neck thug Not I her Purring in the smooth direction of sex with no compromise
By Shawn Royster5 years ago in Poets
The lake shore showed beauty direction of hope thru wind of changes I wander nomadically from sand to sand in search of meaning
My love from the unseen into the seen. Diving in from an astral sky into the pool of my I see you ever into my sky. Never one, always we dreaming, living into your ghost
The sun shines brighter than I have seen. Reminds me of time and Intermittent dreams. Where I am King, and I bow as the universe is my Queen.
I am colorless. The color of wind. The color of fair, not sin. The color of social justice. The color of why. The color of blackness hunted down.
