your attention .

wrote this,
instead of spoke this..

let me quote your lips word for word,
feel the way yu blow your hips & twist the herb..
still dreaming, they gotchu bored,
diggin on yu, six feet, through the floor..
yah script stay spectacular,
always written with meaning..
yah whole style is poetry,
spoken truly, im feenin..
waitin for yu to open me..
dream ends.
my eyes open,
torn from a place i haven't seen yet..
a crush couldn't begin to describe,
the way yu make me dream wet..

got me floatin,
doobie blessed,
wrote the part for juliet,
too shy to play the stage,
body language like a movie script.
daydream.
maybalene,
past make up, like,
wake up type,
beauty's all natural,
lips like peaches..

blink
hesitate,
think.
lemme get a sip.
twitch my wrist when i think of yu,
leaky tip,
all my pens drip with the ink of yu..
notebooks filled with old hooks i wanna sing to yu..
corny as it might sound...
turn the lights down..
close yah eyes,
off the lights,
its on now..
flick the shutters.
sweet yet smooth like butter..
eyelids flutter,
sly kids mutter,
sidewalks start to clutter,
action .

and did i mention,
it's all for your attention...

she is .

solitary,
she is .
naturally confined to her mind..
looking through the window shades..
raining on her soul

wanting,
she is .
perpetually searching..
yearning for love..
who's - love
on this court, she plays..
this game for two
she cannot lose
she, gaurds her wound
heart in pieces
because of, you .

ring her bell,
she says .
ring..her..bell in hopes
you are the guest in which
privileged, to be let in .
leaving, wet coat and shoes at front
she, cannot front, with you
she knew, you had plans
to dance, just tonight .

regretful, always
she feels .
just another stray..
dog, awake to play
her .
no restraint or thought of tomorrow
just to borrow, her
precious, soft, luscious -
time .
wasted .

assumptions
she makes .
determined at preserving, what
IS left of her-self .
another ringing, at her bell .
still yearining
yet learning..

she is .