so he gazed into my eyes
riding down twenty
headed back to the westside
we make small talk about
how he don't like cigarretes
and
i'm the only one to every smoke
while in his car
he reminices on how my man
just stright out of the blue
offered him trees
"what kinda landlord, you getting, jai?"
is the question he's asking
and i sit there
i laugh a bit
then he turns to me
his eyes new with glee as he admits
"i would have smoked some green
if you would have too...
i know you would let harm come to me
ur just that kinda dude.
but i guess it's an aries thing,
you know you understand,
i guess i'm kinda open the EVERYTHING
i'm just that kinda ram"
as reading the passion
on the pages of his eyes
i some lost myself in the storey called
He and I
i nodded and grunted, proclaming i too understand
that somebody always gets hurt
on that transition to being a man's man
and wished somehow i could muster courage
enough to let him take my hand
but on that night my heart sat in silence
my mouth to speak
simple words, common phrases
and remember him speaking arabic to me
he'd sing, i'd sing
we'd sing
i took the melody
and would harmonize
and we would blend
music and a man once again being the things to make me happy
and while he always wanted me to do the single think
like he did
and keep some of my purity
and regain that which is lost to me
a new sacrifice, for the one he'd give to me
the first piece of pie and fruit more exotic
than kiwi, and starfruit
which goes by another name
all of this i see
staring back at me
a part of who i am
and the wonder of it's beauty
and funny how, until him
i could never really see
myself clearly
but oddly enough
i know loving you
is like loving
me

Aiden Waves, the cleansing fire

"just as the pureness of honey can sanctify my sins, i say let ur love blow in the wind...." -me!