In Me

I build the rest of the Revolution on a precipice of uniqueness
my purity doesn't exist
neither does yours

But I am still wholly yours
as much as I can be

I shall be more
These are days of the age

And no feeling does break what will not pour
It is held in my print
Written on my palms
I am unmoored

Heart bearing evolutionary wisdom
in every moment
Like a mirror
of the Queen
of Sheba
performing beauty infinity
Infinitely

it remains like a figure on an icebox
shadows around my face
insides squirming
And it feels so good


I just want to dance with you
down an avenue
when my smile feels you close
That’s when I knew.
That’s when we begin.