I want to feel the fire and sparks,
With the walks and talks in parks,
No remarks on dark stretch marks,
To touch the tip of a tickled nose,
Much of the lip and bickering goes,
Lose whole control to a naked soul,
On a roll in a role, not taking a toll,
Pour out the liquid inside my mind,
In main brain veins of a mind I find,
Flay plays with signs and designs,
Stray lines aligned as land mines,
The beautiful mind precedes a face,
Blind love leads and feeds a space,
Words spoken, meanings implicitly,
It takes or makes simple simplicity.
Rodney S. O. Campbell ©
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