Tip-toe from roof tops to alley ways
No time to procrastinate
as someone follows my footsteps profoundly
Silently lurking around every corner they turn
Parallel lines match up our compatibility
Uttering truths that never seemed real to me
but that permanent locator is tied around my ankle
like loose chains from a jail cell
My adolescent mind tells me to run
but I have not a single fear
rolled into my up-tight body
That somehow calls men emotionally
and keeps them attracted to the perfect imperfection that belongs to me
So my premature hands clench the fire escape
to depart with you my love
Translation: I LOVE YOU, BUT I CANT BE WITH YOU
ITS ME, NOT YOU
Spoken with the tone from my eyes, they have no language
A single, gentle, gesture of the hand
and I'm gone
Still thriving for more of your radiant looks of hatred
But,
I only hear jazz outside my window
and the notes hitting the glass at midnight
wondering if my ancestors were as stubborn as me
But my mind focuses on you
waiting for you to arrive
and capture me
with your captivating tongue that almost tastes like...
sweet justice
But physically, this cant be
my thoughts speak verbally
telling my conscious that you are just ordinary
But maybe, that’s what I've been looking for all this time
Someone to take me out of the
egotistical,
disoriented,
state of mind that consumes me
and just become another living statistic