and settled
Love is so copious and settled I know from the whisper I prayed for the day to stay, but night came in spite and sooner anyway, so I kissed two fingers deep in thought, and I licked my lips to keep them warm, and I adjusted my vision to the sound in my ear, a vicious thought came too near: I can’t be held responsible for my thoughts. I’m more than man and less than a human I draw circles in my mind and repeat over time I can’t be held responsible for my thoughts
If my heart stopped, I’m sure my love would die I know that love is finite, but I find that little place within, where love is copious and settled, and lay with it, sometimes forever when I sleep, sometimes long after I’ve woken up Love is the heat with me, rubbing my shoulders, cooing the storm — “ashanti, ashanti,” a pleasing, plated ring from her again
I can’t be held responsible for my thoughts when you ease me everyday. There’s no bearing this soul wouldn’t take, and it’s fiction I sleep with “ashanti, ashanti” I just want to be with you — always and forever, with an ending and abrupt
