Gov. Cheese Heads: LedgenZ & Grizbear
Acoustic jazz on eternal riff.
Lyric ridden tapestry of her
fingertips. Reading songs,
thumbing thru her pink pussy lips.
God protégé, breaking
fear like toys, caress of
apocalypse. Born again, she
be a kisses remix. My boombox
eighties habit, right hand attaché
spirit. Moon leaning, as the
night desires to listen to it,
the heartbeat of her eye glance.
soul in vision alive stance,
past, present and future in
ballroom dance. Genius
composition of accident. She is
a full overture of a cricket band.
played on repeat, to lull the sun
to sleep with her native dance.
Switch Up:
She only wears Tiger’s Eye
His music highlight’s her dimples
From last night’s smile
Lights showcase skin of ebony velvet
Parallels a panther
Long burning ash of her cigarette
Falls unforgiving in his drink
He didn’t care
All he wanted was to see her dance
Mustard colored brocade
Pours over a chocolate hourglass
Marimba beats burn her feet
Arched torso slowly lunges forward and back
Fingertips tickling the sky
Curve with her every move
With eyes closed, she sees the music
Smells African violets
Creates sunsets as she sways
Feet lyrically dance an intricate pattern
Indigenous to her homeland
Graceful as a black swan
Elegant as a mocha butterfly
Her regal essence would stop a dove
In mid flight and find peace
In the palm of her hands
Hypnotized by her native dance
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