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the mood spectrum is at giggles after a night out we walk through the door in a convoy bound by each other’s hands so scary that moments like these convince you, it’s mythical being sad having made it past the habit forming memories of my past 40 days and 40 nights, almost an annum has gone past once again, I feel my life can restart you and I, get to rebuild from Noah’s Ark no more miserable muddy cold winter floods in this Khayelitsha feeling like the last man and woman alive, we create our own culture i look and smile at you you smile beautifully back, captured in your yellow hood mayday, the mellow yellow just shot me down they say shoot your shot while your crush’s in town recently returning from rehab, the entire winter in Paris my first encounter back seems like one to cherish i sit on the couch, you crawl into my arms i act like a clown, you fall into my charms now there’s butterflies in my tummy i now know why lovers keep saying honey the sweet space is sending senses very warm and comfy admirably, my eyes and fingertips observe your every - body led by the tune of the music i glide my tips across your skin, slowly little goosebumps that form on the horizon of your skin are showing i come across decorations and marks that tell a thousand stories much symbolism for narration but, I wait for it to unfold before me several simple sips of some left over wine, steadily, safely, start to speak your insides moved by these insights, i overflow my insides and pour out a bit for festivities and securities feeling freely forgetting fuck-loads of insecurities you stare into my eyes moments later i realize is having focused reciting life’s deepest lines the vibes are heightened, the chill and wines i gaze back at you un-work the maze in awe of amazement my head leans in to kiss you holding you satisfies me like i’ve missed you our lips touch in the comfort of soft tissue i get why Adam bit that Apple from Eve gripping me so tightly like lingerie on a wedding evening how the chemistry is making bonds is a pleasant mystery from good girl gone bad to the sequel of naughty mistress it’s a festivity full of your fragrances something i couldn’t get over messenger taking private rides as your passenger i’m seeing all your hidden passages as you narrate them in seductive packaging wine frees our minds, brewing sexual ageing flavors follow from my nose to navigate your body i stroke your thighs then continue to kiss them slowly your canvas opens nice and wide for my tongues motion i pick a brush for the perfect strokes i lay down different colours into your soul and i use a special brush to slowly stroke in-sync n’ rhythm, pace rises to intense flow with my veins now popping out for show the heat, all the smoke; the moment grips you in choke defying drought you make a mess on me busted the myth of day zero conspiracies you and i together just end the worlds tragedies u.n.i.t.y, love a black woman, infinity to infinity the meaningful moans make me weak as I send arrows like an archer with a cross bow in your shadows my soul stays snatched within the same shadows - Art Piece Seen Open Studios 2022
