Initiative

How do I tell you that you’re beautiful? How can I be different? How can I express my attraction? When columns upon Columns Of testosterone filled wolves Dressed in rented Italian suits And discolored, mesh sneakers Speak similar flirtatious dialect Will this baby scented Sunflower do the trick? I picked it from my walled Garden of Eden. I spent 4 years mending these butterfly coated petals, Solely for this moment How can I express my need for your smile? When tattered paper donations have been sent To elicit short-term, newlywed goose bumps upon your flesh ... May I have this dance? You’ve never heard this sensual ballad. But, it’s an element of my Spoken Word Waiting for your translation I await your palms, Because this is not a Man’s world This can be ours. But, will you leap off from trampoline’s corazon? My syllables are in your hands. My book is within your misunderstood palm paths. But, If you’re going to read between my lines, Do not be illiterate to my heartbeats. Your move… ©Drake J. Eszes