He sang to me with no rhythm.
no scales octaves or keys.
he simply said it simply.
I make him wonder.
question the possilibility that fluidity of his being.
with me possibly.

To peer in to the eye..
his eyes.
smell close his touch.
I felt.
the feelings of a brother.
a human..
the pulse of being..

I wonder who I wonder.
Inspiration.

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It's like sex
sensual. soft. lustful in taste
careesing the sides of your mouth
like waves against an ocean rock
like sweet cornbread for sunday dinner
honey from a tree, to the finger

while watching the afternoon rain
like the piano to eloquent lyrics
like breath

from your lover's mouth, to your neck
it's passionfruit while we watch the sunset
it's soothing, nurturing...calm but moody
brings harmony that takes you to your knees
it's the best to ever happen to you
what is your Love?