On the spot poetry...not my thing 😅

First Glance

First glance Feel to open, to exposed, for closure.

 In a spiral time clock of heaviness

No love for love.

I deaded my steps to process this wait

No home for a resident

Battle of a common denominator

I feel so stupid

Just follow the rules

They have no idea

I may never return

When can I leave

On the spot poetry...not my thing 😅

...a grasping touch....a longing kiss...a magnetic talk...to overcompensate these long sunsets....to stimulate the air conditioning of my aura....

Wrote to "Rose in Harlem"

When the hertz quite...

no longer my soothe to the thunder.. .

i turn my silent passions to rain roses on your grave..

nothing but the fog to accept my lightening.