(Prototypically)
Your hair, your voice, how you smell.
Got me fucked up all in public, people passing by.
I would touch you now, if only you were near... My my my.
These days passing by and I find myself missing you.
My depths quake as you gravity wash cross them, so vivid the imagery.
I but a traveler stranded in this continuum, spaceship residing pon this dimension... Over stand?
You in your melanin and I in mine, so devine and we, mmm, we and I.
If the sun, the moon and all the stars were to disappear from my vision it would have not the effect of I losing you
You the basis of my being, I but a ship suspended in orbit revolving around you.
These words but a fragment of the things that I feel, the real of my real.
I spinning as galaxy reside in u in I versally, such a sweet and tender thing, this our being.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
