Bend Down

I had it all, in a dream, in a dance that I called crawl- I needed the right arrow, to shoot something on the wall, I heard it in the air, my scream went rampant through a girls hair, not drunk, not able to stare, I just weed in and out of prayer, you get me here so I get you there, you scream with color so I pull on your hair, you breathe a funky lover, I did her first... You eat mustard that’s yellar, I beak at trash that’s not yet developed- I feen in the focus, you preen and welcome robust! I physically fight you, you run to men who smite you!