Urban Gold.

Brown boy…

Do you taste as sweet

as your smile?

Are your sheets

as fresh as your 11’s?

Can I find out?

Fall into your bed

like a free spirit falling into

a field of dandelions

I bet you look like gold

under a yellow sun

Peace

and love

and light

for the night.

Let me find out.

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I am what I write. Right or wrong.

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