Wild Wall Flower (Poem)
This Poem is Dedicated to a Queen named Chris:
By: @KemeticQueen
Khemetic
Wild Wall Flower flourishing free roots,
Rooted in organic compost from my old poems and notebooks,
Know looks||| don’t kill
Cho hot buttery eyes melt my soul still
Feel sugary sacred way candy-filled words drill
Lil, holes, in, my, spine perpendicular to divine
Our spirits crossed up and down paths over time
Your stems spill wise White wine
Determined state of mind- For the Jack and Bean Stalk Climb
I’m gone get there girl GRIND
We left off somewhere between acceptance and fear
Sea creaturesfloating amidst tobacco scented night air
Staying cooler than an Albino Polar Bear
Pointing out the pointless; I’m panting less on your pantiless... Le Petal
You hot like pepper cool as mint confectionary affection
Thighs humming reggae tuned love and protecting
Hoping Jah sends blessings in ya direction
You making deep impressions like heavy asses in leather back seats
Sweets/ still streets
Bet! yo(ugh ___) taste good as Sunday morning grits
Shy demeanor- virtue got us stumbling
Nice to meet ya goddess encounter humbling
Pushing a poet past lines hooks fishing verb fumbling
Picking ya nouns like georgia peaches
Wondering
If we fall for each other
we can embrace waists tumbling
Intriguing, quieting like fast moving clouds shuffling
Slow dancing the atmosphere away till we zero gravity -Spacehustling
Want my mind to trick your brain into alignment
Where your heart’s in line| stillettos pumping- thinking where the time went
Bent by da bud but better yet you was already mine
Would it be wrong if I stole all ya pollen
Cuz da world don’t need to know how sweet you is
F dem busy beez- I’m bugging.
Babe it’s nothing------>everything & deep pink inbetween
You aint even gotta join me on earth with ya conscious inhibition
We can enter my turf ungrounded by free decision arisen this wishing
I’m wishing you a wild flower (Luke 12:27)
Collard green eyes & sunflower thighs
Blind Queen you can’t see your beauty, prize
My nerves paralyze everytime you rise
An angel cries---and a bad thought dies
You a wall flower with feelings rooted in compost from a facebook post- True...
Had a poem on my dome Chris so I wrote it down just to hear ya ears moan.