She made way from the Philippines
bouncing on the balls of her feet
like waves she displayed
movements so beautiful
and if only for a second
I laid gracefully in the cusp of imagination
believing this currency was for me
this, piece of peace
momentarily gifted
positioned in parts of my mind on repeat
to nurture my malnourished system of trust
a now defunct subconsciousness
what’s happening is
this is me two stepping with your silhouette
a sunny day with the dark side
mind’s eye giving insight
to a view beyond the box
this must be where the unicorns play
since nobody will believe me anyway
let’s say we do the unimaginable
what they call taboo
I’m guessing with all these thoughts
a penny for each
might not be worth much during inflation
unless, of course
there is no price on faith
on hope
on these two hands holding a heart,
maybe you’ll catch that
the second time around
you can find me somewhere lost
in love and lust
on the other side of the coin,
as luck would have it
I’ve flipped my lid
on this tale of tales
but, it all must mean something
maybe it’s a one shot in a
parallel universe
and in this verse,
she made way from the Philippines
bouncing on the balls of her feet
like waves she displayed
movements so beautiful
and, if only for a second
I laid gracefully in the
cusp of imagination
believing her currant seed was
for me.
