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The screeching and jerking,
Swaying and pulling…background is Jay-Z and Rhianna,
But so present and upfront.
I look at the dingy floor, fall asleep or stare at a page in the book I have been reading for a month.
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My life is screeching and jerking,
Its scratching and clawing, yearning.
My mind is swaying,
Undecided.
My heart is being pulled in all directions
But it belongs to him.
Lo quiero. I love him.
So beautiful, such a beautiful soul he is.
He is my safety,
While some may call on God, I call on Jami
Thoughts of him bring me peace and all of the screeching, jerking, swaying and pulling becomes non- existent.
I imagine his smile, so perfect is that, and I smile,
I imagine his warmth and I feel healed. Any pain I feel is gone with his one touch and all sadness disappears with those three words.
I just want to lay next to him in complete silence and listen to his heart beat,
I want to feel the rhythm of his breathing and match it with mine.
I want to kiss his lips until my lips are numb and even then I vow not to stop.
I want to sleep all the hours in the day nest to him,
I want to watch him, while he wakes and gets ready.
And then at 231st street I hear the last of the screeching and feel the last of the swaying, jerking and pulling as I awake from staring at
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