Just after the eclipse,
it's cold.
Rain fills the gaps of time where i
am minus him.

With a wayward swagga he enters the room.
Finely chiseled out-streched arms rub
rays of sun onto my skin.

I don't ask where he's been.
The short answer would be,
where he hasn't.
I take him in...

I take him in til'
organs shift and
thoughts lay reclined.
Creating memories that are rushed like timed exams
few and far between
yet,
fond.

Far from a vagabond this man commutes through
Covert operations
enabeling growth through
supervision and leg-work of miles most leave unseen
from inner city streets-
to the remote off-beat where you need highbeams.

I take broad to park and park to amity
while...
Interstates and airline gates,
single serving dinnerplates navigate his way home.

Lost in a dial tone,
Cryptic memorandum and elusive undertones
vibrate my phone,
erotic pulses between my thighs.

I may
just be
his concubine?

You know how good girls like bad guys n
I tend to walk a straight line
that is, wit a hustle close by

He keeps a low profile and wears a go-ghetta
mentality on both sleeves.
Approach all situations wit heed
and totes proficiency like a pendulum.
Wit the law of permittance at his hands and feet
and punctuality at it's peak,

Blink, and he's gone.
The unrooted soljiah,
Forlorn...