Skips to the rhythm of my heart.
Only spoken as an echo now that we're apart.
Recurring dramatization as an art.
Some ironic theater,
Though it brings out your features.
Unfathomable synergies
and unlocked mysteries we shown.
Hopping along like skipping stones.
A first love.
Memories forever etched.
Seeing the Getty at Sunset.
Candy girl.
But not a vanity girl.
Family girl.
We'd talk and redefine the world, one thought at a time.
Like, take that.
Lay flat.
Face the fact that
We on something simply divine.
And I admit I filter the memories.
I know it wasn't only the pleasantries.
Certain things I should let it breathe.
She gatekeep, save seats, and late sleep.
And she know my time ain't cheap.
You're my intellectual release
Compassion never cease
It just rise like the needle on the pressure meter
And I'm the soul repeater
With undying lust
Build a suspension bridge out of trust
Building up everything like a surplus.
I sprinkle diamond dust.
Just another of the things
We hold on to
I smell the sea salt in the air
it's a blessing.
I'm in a West coast state of mind
so I'm fresh and
open to connection
not just according to the next
Time we see the Getty at sunset, hey
And believe me,
I can't even imagine what to say
it's hard that way
I still say your name four times a day.
and I ain't a pessimist.
I know it's hard to be next to this.
You know I live on the precipice.
Spontaneous like fireworks on the third.
Good conversationalist, hangin' on every word.
I'm keen into it.
Lean into it.
You're intuitively all over sensitive
I tell her over and over, repetitive
As she hold down an
Iconic body with domed arches.
worldly like European architecture is.
Texture is pleasure is unconfined, outside the lines, inside the narrative
And what we're speaking is
Beyond comparative
Just another of the things
We hold on to