the streets love the tricky night vibe or ignores them just the same
majesty, the twinkle in the air
I do things like stop
the sparrows in the hollow rainbows
the necklace halos
the pretty black toes
that tip toe in the lakes
by the scenic gates where keepers keep to watching
and we would pick our nails
and bite them without molars
cry when we know not and say nothing when we do
I’ve known snakes that smell like you
and shed by sidewalks and walk up right and new to churches and apothecary doors
ways like this take days to commence
my mind is on a fast from the empty dark nights that others would prescribe
disturbance is not my rhyme of passion
do i not know my other side
I’ve embraced her with my dancing and rubbed my belly on hers
kissed her breast cause shes mine
Sabibi Davidson 