{IN YOUR ARMS} DEDICATED TO YOU
THE SOUND OF ME HOLDING YOU AND SPEAKING THESE THINGS...
https://youtu.be/Y-8FBbTCEWA
And I sighing would hold you when the night falls and there is no more day... When the sun stands in another hemispheres skies.
I would hold you when the rain of tears on your cheeks turns into the puddles on the table... Reflecting us over and over again...
We the curved images.
Our lives spent apart as we learned of the harshness of humanity... As we witnessed so much joy.
The first steps of so many babies as time, it moves on.
I would hold you and tell you of my plans, for mine are yours as yours are mine... I loving you so would hold you suspended in the water as we bathe.
As I tried to absorb the impact of the trying times, they etched into our skin.
Old bumps and bruises...
I find myself wishing I had been there then but that was not the will of Allah.
All my energy so devoted to the essential you, your beatdown as it echoes in the caverns of my mind,
bounces off the walls and causes I to sway.
Your melodies and your bass playing in my psyche.
I would hold you in my fantasies where you take on so many forms... Wife, mother and lover.
My good girl and my bad girl.
My calm in the middle of the battlefield as bullets whine and black bodies drop never to stand again...
So long have we been in Babylon.
My empress I would hold you and look in your eyes as we discuss these things...
As the night turns into the dawn of new days....
I would hold you.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE SOUND OF ME HOLDING YOU AND SPEAKING THESE THINGS...
https://youtu.be/Y-8FBbTCEWA
And I sighing would hold you when the night falls and there is no more day... When the sun stands in another hemispheres skies.
I would hold you when the rain of tears on your cheeks turns into the puddles on the table... Reflecting us over and over again...
We the curved images.
Our lives spent apart as we learned of the harshness of humanity... As we witnessed so much joy.
The first steps of so many babies as time, it moves on.
I would hold you and tell you of my plans, for mine are yours as yours are mine... I loving you so would hold you suspended in the water as we bathe.
As I tried to absorb the impact of the trying times, they etched into our skin.
Old bumps and bruises...
I find myself wishing I had been there then but that was not the will of Allah.
All my energy so devoted to the essential you, your beatdown as it echoes in the caverns of my mind,
bounces off the walls and causes I to sway.
Your melodies and your bass playing in my psyche.
I would hold you in my fantasies where you take on so many forms... Wife, mother and lover.
My good girl and my bad girl.
My calm in the middle of the battlefield as bullets whine and black bodies drop never to stand again...
So long have we been in Babylon.
My empress I would hold you and look in your eyes as we discuss these things...
As the night turns into the dawn of new days....
I would hold you.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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