We make the thunder role

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Well my grown ghetto child

Handsome and undeserving

of the streets drama

the harsh realities that harden

the exterior shell

lest you remember

our days

that grow our awareness

out of decay

that bridge the dreams

and explore tribuutaries

of the psyche

ravenous in delight

raising our vibrations

while we make the thunder roll

with our coming together

I cant seem to get enough

and delight in our

interactions

as they grace my memories

trying to get closer with each

movement or word

we speak in truth

leaving the parables

to poems

shining our love and  light

onto  the naked bodies

laying awake

not missing a second

while making up  from lost time

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