What have you done to me?
the pupils of my eyes dilating crazily…
like liquid on cloth, you’ve dispersed into my every fragment,
you pull me in like a metal to a magnet.
but I like that…
I won’t fight that.
I will let your words make love to my intellect…..
until new ideas are conceived,
new perspectives on life, we’ll breed.
A master of verses….
your lines plant seeds…..
of hope, of love, and of prosperity…….
words that will carry on,