you come with the little whispers of the day 
with the silence that finds me unconsciously speaking your name
even whist dreaming–
I find you– 
I feel you when I am awake... 
...at odd hours of the night;
a warmth between my ribs that begins to pulsate

Pulsations

I once met this lady 
who told me that she 
could feel my energy 

She was sure that
my very own vibrations 
were someone else’s temptations 

And that this June light 
was my foundation 
to start building up nations 

I listened closely to my sensations.. 
Threw the destructive ones
into obliteration, 
And grew the best ones 
throughout my bodies pulsations