Fantasy

my arms are folded, bottom lip puckered wanting nothing more than, for you to hold me sentiments of a sucker, lonely longing for your arms to console me my thoughts scrolling, slowly recalling transcripts, on every time our minds expanded sharing, lines of caring understanding, foreshadowing, & planning the future; now scanning the surface for an advantage, & for where you use to sit on the perch & share fruitful rants of self indulgence & doldrums provoking my arms to unfold & both hands expose a welcome mat to hold in burdens unloaded, like semi automatics exploding God's a fanatic for moments that makes you learn from your donuts goose eggs, zeros, & zilches excuse me, these emotions come without filters for half filled cups, to be filled in or half empty, to be filled up, & supplemented with plenty of love, & everything else you can thing of that brings goose bumps back when we hug & grey goose back in our cups what happens when we rub, our desires together more than likely my love, more than start a fire we'll be flying together sipping stuff, with pinkies up playful nudges, like, i am better. no. i, am better though we are equal, still applying pressure to stay grinding, or die from lack of trying less is more, is what they're selling, but i ain buying dying to give you the world, girl or at least mount zion, to the hollywood sign until that time, i am, not satisfied fighting for our lives, as we climb, till my last battle crygrey goose bumpsCopyright©2007 All Rights Reservedred h. gillM.aintain E.xcellence, Inc.writer . director . poet .www.maintian-excellence.comJEWELRY - ON SALE NOW go to www.xlibris.com/jewelry.htmlJEWELRY - ON SALE NOW go to www.xlibris.com/jewelry.html