Lend your body to my hands
I want to know what its like to toil
I have been infected by your beauty
fantasies of you seep into my pillow
we now sleep together

In a coffee shop
on 118th & 10th
overlooking teachers college.
Enjoying my coffee
and a day off work
i melt into my seat
trying my best
to lock on to the rhythm
of people walking by.

O Holy One
Come forth to me from above
I be but a conduit for your genius
Employ these hands to a lifetime of labor

last year in San Fran.
I saw you there
with a sign on your neck
advertising your gift
your heart was resilient
as you walked up that hill
getting rejected by many
and accepted by few
but your eyes told your secret
your song i could hear
you found out the reason
the reason you're here