Damiana:
To the Goddess/Goodness in me:
Shaped Bottle like a goddess
Pre-packaged ideas of sultry
Sensation
Dripped down the inside leg of
**** Me harder daddy
Harder
(Getting weak with each breathe)
Harder
(Weak from the inside of your handprint)
Harder
(Weak from the lines of longevity on your inner palm)
One-shot glasses filled with
Small drops of love
make it to your
Waiting lip
…. Love the drugs spell
They never told me about in class
Love the only thing I can’t kill
It lives in me
Do you know what it feels like to have your hand stamped by?
Indecisions?
Uncontrollable urges to get away to love?
Second shot:
filled with deceit
Lies know real answer just lies
how you are
And how we are
Lies filled with secrets only God knows
(You whispered to me on your third shot)
Of lies, shaped like the belly of forgiveness
Un-conditional, forgiving and willing
Love, a place where the sun no longer glances
In my direction
Third shot:
filled with creative ways to say you
LOVE because you forgot you already have
(Pause)
(say it with anger)
Said those same words
Over and over again
(Heavy breathe)
Can you get up from the table to wipe your face of the rejection?
Smells of others lay deep on your freshly showered
Righteous intentions
Lip service falls on Deaf ears
Waved hands of
W I L L Y O U F O R G I V E M E
(sign this out)
Love
Fourth shot:
I only feel loved when you caress the back of my inner thought
With your palm print
Seeing you is like looking at the opening of heavens gate
And they will have palm braches in there hands (reflective voice)
Moving from side to side, with a rhythm only you know
you have with my love
Blinks of your eyes bring me back to the beginning
How we started
how you made me
How we glanced in a single direction
I feel loved when you pamper my emotions
Touch my tears
I feel loved when
I can feel God inside your kiss
Fifth shot:
the last act in our play
Harder daddy I scream
Words spoken with out sounds
Love you placed yourself at my doorstep
are you ready to come in
Love
Shaped like the queen of the sea
On a mission to capture my heart in closed caption
I feel loved when you let me cry on your shoulder
Sixth shot:
my turn to feel loves intentions
To get weak in the palm of your hand
To have a palm branch in mine
To make the lies stop
And heart beats to slow down
It my turn to create love in my sacred women’s place
Seventh shot:
for the ancestors
Chile she done learned the way
Sassafras in her hip and chicory in her walk
I think she got it
Love
The bottle is sealed and place in the cabinet
Marked:
For love only
(this piece is copywritten so please do not copy me)
I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
