Greens and blues and chills
what do you call
a person who is more than a person
less than a God
though relatively almost congruent
and just think
one day
it'll melt
a sweet, syruppy mess of delicate deliciousness
I can be
and he thinks it's lovely
not yet
but he will
I can teach him
it's worth it
I am
to be waited for
on
not hand and foot
maybe foot- in - mouth
if you think I'm so flexible
(he'll find out soon enough, that yes)
but it's all good
in the hood
work like a mother
paid like a cartel
laid like a brick
too sick
for emotional comfort
of sanity