I am staring at the screen

Expecting my mind to flow into words

Yet there is no marriage

Thoughts have refused to be birthed in Ink


What more can I try?

What form of seduction will undress her

And allow me go deep into her heavens

With lines into rhymes; rhythms as the evidence


Where Have I lost her touch?

How close can I get to the mindgasm

So much release; but few are coming

But again I will begin the process

who knows maybe this time, I will come

  • Phlegvinyl




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