She is found in everything
in Lilacs blooming at night
in the curve of ribs still fresh from life
sequenced to stars on a paribas twists from life
interlocking locks that lock time
she is found in everything
wind gardens on Uranus the foam
in your coffee just waiting to be sipped
sip, slowly, seeping synergetic molecules
molecular mesmerizing massages metaphysic
menstruation
in a teaspoon of Buckley's
she is swallowed with burns
burning barricading bonfires
My truth is found with in her borders
she gave me orders in twilight dreams
smeared my music across an operating table
they were searching for my poetry gene
hidden in gnomes I have not yet found
She gave me an adamantuam tongue so
i could lick her diamond
She is gypsy woman on chill
Chilled centuries in the past tense for
future discovery
I can only see her in wind storms
touching groves i did not know existed
on my own body
so yes
yes i do believe in mystics
My sticks all lead to her
she is found in everything
white lint on blue cotton sweaters
if only i could let my colors run
we would create rainbows in flesh
fleshy bodies make like fish upstream
in bed sheets flesh is only the container
but no flesh can hold her
not in new days
with new ways
with two pairs of thighs
i see four eyes when i sleep walk in dreams
reamed around this consciousness i rose to her occasion
occasionally showing her crystals
and watched her cry like satellites in snow caves
her cave is wondrous
wondering won on the life essence
of past lives lived loving
levitate my being into your structure
She is collidiscope with orgasm colors
cumming came back to Ghana when she touched me
Said her name was Nairobi and i have been
waiting smoking gypsy symbols in blown glass
goggled her gire on gamma gestures
gateways of granite grandeur
she is found in everythingg
in the back ground smell of pine pineapple
pina coladas punany purrs
paper penetration piercing possible precaution
passed in points pointing
paint me in your thoughts done in thoughts
before thoughts
taste me on the inside give me your nirvigin
i am king only for her
her hollow howls heaven
heal hemoglobin
bin talking to electricity
city center sent commerce commingle
cum
come here
right here
did i tell you that i was Jamaican
jam Jupiter jemba warrior
she is found in everything
kissing cells that pass through third eyes
and i
know exactly how to love her
she is the master tapestry we paint
in our minds
that one thing that we think will change
our lives the marks on your body after good sex
that still after a day
if you twist your waste
or forearms spreading thighs
you can still feel its pleasurable sting
she is found in everything
everything
she is working that mystic magic on the soul
she is my music
my muse
call it whatever
straight up plagiarism
she hands me my poems with a new promise
to love me for each one
used unconditionally unequivocally unashamedly
my heart strings to catch her
now every time i breath she hears my beating
all i want to do is to be broken
down into nano bytes
so i can measure her features down to each
and every nanometer of hair on her body
i oddly want her to appear before me physically
but then
then she wouldn't be found in everything
and i
though Jamaican and Shango and free
I so love when i find her in everything
She is my music
Gypsy woman on chill
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