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I bury my treasure
in you
Glory is for my A&R
This is not platitude
You are Me and I
am too
What I want is to
feel
Your neck on my
neck again
Hips to hips
Lips to lips
I dip, you dip, we
dip
& a gentle
rocking motion
A cold steel
And a warm feel
Long distance
train ride
From the Smokys to
the west coast
Stop in L.A. to
see a Jeff Ross Roast
Then on to the
ocean
A late summer
breeze
With a boy of
summer who doesn’t leave
Just waits for you
in September
Writes things down
we want to remember
Like when you were
betrothed
To the guy who
rocked yachts
Until I rocked his
boat
Your mother asked
that I
Not make you cry
That I let our
love die
I said I’d try but
My soul feels
designed
To make my case
with your courtship
In public places
Wearing god’s many
faces
A chameleon of
sorts
A shapeshifter if
you will
A casual fan of
sports
A grifter who only
borrows to add value
Buries his
treasure in the universe
Like Easter eggs
For the fruits of
your labor pain
Who have love on their brain
A pledge to protect
on their heart
Are they the artists
Are they the muse
I'd rather inspire
But I see no way to
lose
When I am me,
The Universe, and you
The Universe, and you
If it’s
narcissistic
To love we like I do
To love we like I do
Then I must be him
He wants to be
with you
Uppercase and
lowercase too
Since we’re in LA
I read you the
greatest poem
Ever written about
Love & Basketball
Mix in some yes
yes y’all
We can still make
some waves
Before the fall
Of the empire.
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