makeda

u starve me

i thirst

for one drop that will have to do

to surround alcatraz in an obeah ring....

How could you sleep while feelings form a tsunami,

slumber while foundation quakes...

do you not hear the thunder of their approach above your snores?


If i could see you now,
declothed, curled,
dozing alongside my onslaught of incoming messages

then perhaps you wouldnt be sleeping...

and then perhaps the messages i so willingly send would be conveyed without a word.