Trafic Light In Reverse

i spent  my life paying attention to directions. stopping at yellow and turning when told it was required but lately i’ve found i feel so misguided so i’m throwing out the compass i’ve been provided and revoking my birth right to do with my life exactly what i’ve always wanted. i’m not letting fear and insecurity steal my soul from me.

the world is beautiful today. seen through an iris. i wish upon the lips i kiss. i dismiss the blues so i can see the sky. i’m a friend of isis because she can hear a sinners cry.

my life is a traffic light in reverse. i started off slow, let my hesitation go and now it’s time for my innards to glow.

god is a concept conceived during earth’s circumcision. and i am an infant cause still just peeing and pooping into an organic diaper made from recycled bits of my poetic license trying to figure out my reason for existence.

is it just me or has it gotten stuffy on this side of the light? all wrapped up in “what will you do with your life?” “who do you want to become?” watch out for those economy blues. gotta make the dough so you can bake the bread and keep your loved ones feed. if only passion could satisfy our hunger. but it’s all about thinking older and looking younger, give up happiness in exchange for income. but i’d rather you just come in, share a piece of this shallow world that makes your eyes light up and your heart explode with anticipation to taste the sapping heat of your wildest desires locked within the chastity belt between the thighs of the best looking and most worthy chase. the type only achieved by out of the class room education, in the bedroom mediation, on the streets proclamation and devotion to ones self motivation heightened by the reversal of the traffic lights, the blinking of the iris to capture the beauty of the day in black and white, the taste of the lips you’ve been caving to kiss because a city is a city regardless of its size and a heart is a heart despite the amount of blood inside and the soul is a theory, like god is a concept and i am an infant overwhelmed with sexual desires and the need to fuse a micro pen with the tips of my fingers so that i can write my words with my curious fingers as they explore the lengths of her body.

oh, those hips and hands. vertebrae and nipples. it would take mozart to compose an opus in tribute to her moans and sighs and michelangelo to do any justice to her lines and she might not believe me but i swear i wouldn’t lie, unless it were between her thighs.

never wanted someone so much, oh baby, you got me drunk with lust. i need you to come closer. i need you closer tonight. i need you to come closer so we can come with the dawning of the light.