Soft Power

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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

If it’s narcissistic 
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.