It was bout us

and god seemed pleased

Said it is ultimate

You and I should lead

Short of a plantation

In my poverty you did not dwell

Reflecting in my face you saw our future

Of affections our valves would swell

Shrieking at the roaches

scattering up my walls

Inches between our thighs

your displeasure refused to crawl

away from me

When our heads joined on stained pillows

Washed vigorously in tide

We struggled together upward

Faith persisted

From discomfort we did not hide

Moonlight at Chicken & Waffles

Daylight sweeping through Sears

Never the pride of greatness

faltered of

my brief cases dogged ears

Placing my head in your lap

Lips brushing my ear

Rushing to airwaves my mannish fears

Don't worry precious Bam

Your day will be as a thousand years

Moving through calendar seasons

Administration for hope saw it so

Spine that holds me down

Bouyancy devices we were

and did we float

Floated on

Laughing at what I thought

were jokes

At dooficity you did not leak

T'was in the soulful embrace

We effortlessly believed

Planted richly in loves goals

because from the beginning...

our meeting each other

We were intricately,

specially, chosen

Mandika 2008