impromtu

we were sitting in my room… my OD was up.. she wanted to read… she read…. and then asked me to write her again… so here I am
slave to her will.
succumbing to her every wish
eat from this very dish
sip sip
 
i will write you.
in phrases.
in hazes.
in  clouds. 
I will draw a picture of you in the sky…
.. name your constellation..
… name your price..
it’s mine.
 
I will write you. 
make you into my own.. personal.. brand of heroin… be my heroine… 
shoot shoot.
pump pump.
I will write you into a song so 
sweet they will sing your name through the
hills…
print your fingers in these very streets…
dance you through the cement like those Hollywood
blocks..
you loved so much. 
id love you more.