(THESE THINGS I BEQUEATH)
My voice traveling for miles vibrating the air, shaking thine core.
I will follow thou to the ends of the Earth.
This need so great. I feel thee in mine Molton core. The font of mine beginnings.
Our union foretold of in the stars, in ancient legends buried beneath the sand of deserts, the sand of seas.
Beauty and her Savage beast.
I would rend the Earth for thee. Lasso a star and hand it to thee.
So inspiring art thou that I would merge lyricality, old to the new.
Create sonnets so beautiful that a future reader would be moved to tears.
Wet drops falling to the keyboard. Shimmering and glistening.
Like Lion I would not eat until I found thee. Mounted thee and made thee mine.
Our union producing the seeds of future generations.
Kings and Queens, emperor's and empresses, prophets spoken of in holy texts.
Thy beauty the blueprint for femininity... Mine the masculinity.
These things spoken into existence on the air that beats to the rhythm of these words.
I Lion would convey these things.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY
