Pg. 2 Millie

The street Queen of Baltimore read my palm

I knew she was speaking about you

Treeless filled parks, hid her tent

As she began her trance dance

My eyes fill with the gold and blue, of your dress

Bug juice  What the hell is bug juice?

What ever it was, we ran for our shear

Watching to see the other, close behind

 

I fell without noticing how to listen

The fall must have broken the seal

I wanted to kiss you, taste your pink lips

Off Kirt ave, the best butter pecan, rum raisin too

Arthur asked if I saw your panties,

Little did he know what power that kiss

Below All Saints

I would taste here still your lips

That bus ride home, you on my lap

 

Not fast enough could I ride to you,

Over sidewalks broken, across Rockaway Blvd

Standing eye to eye the fence between us

Slightly a pull of the curtain, a peek from inside,

How wrong our love, at that time, our time

Wrong time, wrong world, not ready for you and I

Not in color, just black and white, not you and I

 

Millie my love - Nie`a Sunka, - J`eta`moi, - Amora

zala My Love Zala...