Thought About Us

Sitting with Light
in broad midnight
mix and match darkness might
balance these feelings right
rites of passages
while writing passages
carnal minded with the top tied on tight
transmuting differences
to see what the negative looks like
like, exposure makes the picture bright
type shit, wondering if
this is even worth the hype
not quite, well all right
biting more than I can chew
that’s liquid solidified
souls on ice
so now I write poetry
to see if she’ll notice me
and I’m noticing
signs keep showing she
might be holding these
unorthodox sonnets I send
telepathically, it’s innerG
balancing the equation
so essentially…

…I took a slow dose
of sad girl news
wasn’t quite the blues
this was the “her” she’s chose to express
over a concoction of lyrics
written in blood and tears
and I’m…I’m here…
to listen,
and this is where the plot thickens
this is where I stayed
for the rest of my visit
rooted within follicles of her hair
entrapped within the sound made
as her lips parted with syllables 
what seems physical
is literally layers getting peeled back
so you can see my heart beat
to the rhythm of your blues 
I really don’t know what else to do
except sit and soul express
hoping that
standing under can move inside
out of the sunshine
and into the fresh smell of rain
exchange empathy
and live in the thought of
us, one in the same.