THE BATTLE PT. I

I want that old thing back
Before
‘Half crazy’
Before
‘I like the way (kissing game)’
That made
The beauty spot
On nape of your neck
My
F a v o r i t e
terrain
To rest slightly parted lips
C a r e s s i n g
The stems
Of your thoughts
Delightedly
I’d nest seals of kisses
Kept looking forward
To another day
I’d get to open
A g a i n

Dam
We used to talk
Storm up a road trip through
Passionate
C o n v e r - s e n - a t i o n
The
F E E L
In our way
With words
Endures
In my limbs
Even though
I’ve refused
Its
Presence
Within my
P r e s e n t

Lately
My nights are spent
Achingly
Contemplating
Scars left
By
Combat
Keen memories
Collapsing walls
And
Barbwire strands of fiery nail lacquer
Left on walls
During ‘baby slow down…
Just take your time…
You and me gonna be here for a while…
Okay…’ sessions
Echoes piercing through the very depths
Of me
Wounding like,
Check out this fiercely
Still redolent
Hue
Adorning these walls
Smeared tracks
P r o o f
Of when
Your feet
Became agile
And
Surrendered
To succulent
M i s s i o n s

‘It used to be so dope’
Warrior-calls-gibberish-tongues-like-dope
The feeling’s got me feenin’
In this dilemma
Searching for the
R u s h
My candy rain
‘My love, do you ever…’
‘Cause I can’t leave
The battlegrounds
Desperately
C r a v i n g
To execute
Just once more
Searching for the days
Where patience was
Ammunition
A tool I wasn’t so
Forgetful
To

U s e.