I know you can't stay
but more than my face falls at your leaving,
it comes to this every evening,
I listen to your love tight against my ear,
I hear every word,
no, I lick every crumb,
you spill languages that sounds like understanding,
no man connects the pieces
and blesses me even though Im broken
the way you do my distant,
but truest inconsistency we have most in common
is what we're missing,
i fast to save my soul on fire
but arm's length just doesn't do justice to us,
you make me laugh in spite of myself,
you don't blame me for my quiet (listening)
or get sick of my street spells (daydreaming),
spirit seeking Oshun whispers
I comprehend so I keep her near
forget belief, I will suspend faith to un-need you,
will work for food but noone can expect,
a spark ignited won't fight for air,
oxygen energy expressing carbon infinitely,
Im intensely waiting for you intimately,
serum in motion encased in body magnificently,
my enemies even know my weakness
and burn the roads between us



Beauty has now become
and always has been mirages,
i hear tears rolling down your face,
only to know the elongance behind them,
i cant hear sin falling,
too busy trying to hear your heart call my name,
i want to swindle your pain,
erase your fears,
embrace your hurt,
but trails between us has burned,
deserted to where we cant see inbetween,
but we can still feel,
i melt the insecurites of your doubts
to strengthen our trust,
i wouldn't lie to wonder around
because even though you're pictures away,
you're the only one i want,
the only soulmate my heart wants to dance with,
the only one that looks wonderful in everything,
peaceful around anything,
it hurts to not play and identify the certain hidden parts
of you,
touch the warmth of your skin,
the wetness within you,
i can only settle for the intelligentence you have,
which is where your true beauty lies
that cant be measured, described or judged,
i have to settle for how your dreams make me dream,
what is it that you have that has me so endeared
and i havent tasted you yet,
only breath your breaths through telephone lines,
teleporting sensation,
when will our windows be close enough to touch one another


A AmberGirl and Decstar production. Am's first, me second. to our lovers who awaits our warmth as much as we await theirs. J, i love you.