May I have this dance?
Two-Steppin,
to Similies and Metaphors
Dispell.

B-Town Sliding
Uniquely
remaining Fearless and Bold

Dutty Whinin
with expectations,
or Intent,
to lyrically ascend
Through the infathomable dimensions…

but when You grabbed my thigh,
Our surroundings diminshed
Down
to the dot of an “i”.

Letters,
forming words,
Allowing Us to
Be and Come
literarially intertwined.

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