Broken Bits Of Black Heart

I feel what you are trying to do for me

Opening my wounds, licking them clean

Those broken bits of your black heart…

Using them to look through me

Using them to hide inside my dark

I see you…a musician, a poet

Strumming my perceptions

Writing on my skies

Making me your musical…note…taker

My dream fantasy has become personified…in you

So, keep doing what you do…

Flame my burning desire

Flirt with my passion

Make love to my spirit

You have turned my very essence into beautiful effervescence

Soon I’ll be standing next to you

Your ghost of shadow

Your ghost of light

Duality pulling at the ends of your chains

A needful craving that lasts morning, noon, and night

I know what you’re doing to me

Seducing my broken black pieces

Molding them to yours

Do you know what I am doing to you?

Listen

Through music my love you soothe my soul.

Through aural enrapturement you make me whole.

The sounds you suggest, hit home, strike my heart.

The love you’ve shown, hits home, hits hard.

Never stop sending your mix tapes to me.

Always bring me your tunes of belief.

For I will listen long after my eyes fail.

I will listen and love our loves tale.