Feeling Good

Feeling Good

A Poem by alexAlexander
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When everything is fine and we are together to unwind.

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    Feeling Good

Flower’s bloom, set fragrance array                                            sashay across the aroma per se.                                              As an Egyptian belly dancer displays.                          Percolating steam off: heart throb escapade.                        When the lights are low, softly sends a                             Rahima prayer afloat.                                                          You’ve changed into something teasing;                                    now watch the eagles soar, it’s pleasing                                   when knees hit the floor.                                                         Still the sun rises in the east,                                                      On how you look tonight; between twilight and midnight. Coltrane's soulful soul sends chills through its Sex-saxophonist. Pleasurable impromptu mood, insane; pulse beat to the be-bop Change rearrange, cocaine hit the brain full throttle: After a rush of heroin throbbing veins, acid ran down the drain. El Salvador, Ecuador, track and trade are my favorite things. Sentimental, with all it brings: Feels good, misunderstood,   Cold wind cut across the face, with jagged edge razor blade Rendition, tunes: Baby let's blow this place. Money in pocket, everything is fine; we can take the  A train. I’ll be someone to watch over you/us. Time after time: Between us and the them. Besides, there is no one to blame.

     

     

     

© 2024 alexAlexander


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alexAlexander
Time together: A new way forward.

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Added on May 6, 2024
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Marietta, GA



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