Sweat tart face, hot diva plate.
Back pocket of my jeans.
Kept close to my hips, as they rotate.
Captivated by the frow in your brow.
Lifted by the lines that pour from your lips.
Wisdom is in your kingdom.
Not long will I have till night fall.
Summer sets, my dreams set in.
Untwisted and unbent.
Jointed together disjointed eyes.
Free at last, I see at last, that I am Blooming.
By Kira Domonique