This goes out to cookies n cream from a whipped fool

[Annunaki]

I wanted to write you a letter

my love

a letter that would tell

of the desire

to see you

of the fear

i feel

of this more than benevolence that i feel

of the indefinable ill that pursues me

of this yearning to which i live in total surrender........

 

I wanted to write you a letter

my love,

a letter of intimate secreats

a letter of memories of you,

of you

of your lips red a henna

of your indicriminate eyes sweet as honey

of your breats hard as wild orange

of your lynx gait

and of your caresses

such that i can find no better here....

i wanted to write you a letter

my love,

that would put in to sound my thoughts,

of days in our haunts

of nights lost in the long grass

that would recall the shade falling on us from the plum trees

the moon fitering through the endless palm trees

that would recall the madness

of our passion

and the bitterness of our seperation....

 

i wanted to write you a letter

my love,

that you would not read without sighing

that you would hide from papa

that you would hide from mama

that you would re-read without the coldness of forgetting

a letter to which in all somalia

no other would stand comparison....

 

i wanted to write you a letter

my love

a letter that would be brought to you by the passing wind

a letter that the cashews and coffee trees

the aligators and grayling

could understand

so that if the wind should lose it on the way

the beasts and plants

with pity for our sharp suffering

from song to song

lament to lament

gabble to gabble

would bring you pure and hot

the burrning words of the letter

i wanted to write to my love.....

 

but though you are beutifull you are hard

so let every nomad urge my case

for i fear

i fear

i can argue it no more.