At Sunset - Offwhyte, Open i

Skips to the rhythm of my heart.

Only spoken as an echo now that we’re apart.

Recurring dramatization as an art.

Some ironic theater,

Though it brings out your features.

Unfathomable synergies

and unlocked mysteries we shown.

Hopping along like skipping stones.

A first love.

Memories forever etched.

Seeing the Getty at Sunset.

Candy girl.

But not a vanity girl.

Family girl.

We’d talk and redefine the world, one thought at a time.

Like, take that.

Lay flat.

Face the fact that

We on something simply divine.

And I admit I filter the memories.

I know it wasn’t only the pleasantries.

Certain things I should let it breathe.

She gatekeep, save seats, and late sleep.

And she know my time ain’t cheap.

You’re my intellectual release

Compassion never cease

It just rise like the needle on the pressure meter

And I’m the soul repeater

With undying lust

Build a suspension bridge out of trust

Building up everything like a surplus.

I sprinkle diamond dust.

Just another of the things

We hold on to

I smell the sea salt in the air

it’s a blessing.

I’m in a West coast state of mind

so I’m fresh and

open to connection

not just according to the next

Time we see the Getty at sunset, hey

And believe me,

I can’t even imagine what to say

it’s hard that way

I still say your name four times a day.

and I ain’t a pessimist.

I know it’s hard to be next to this.

You know I live on the precipice.

Spontaneous like fireworks on the third.

Good conversationalist, hangin' on every word.

I’m keen into it.

Lean into it.

You’re intuitively all over sensitive

I tell her over and over, repetitive

As she hold down an

Iconic body with domed arches.

worldly like European architecture is.

Texture is pleasure is unconfined, outside the lines, inside the narrative

And what we’re speaking is

Beyond comparative

What

Just another of the things

We hold on to