Love Jones
Love Jones
Love Jones
Lorenz Tate
Whew
His saxophone
Maybe a trombone
Maybe a microphone.
Whichever,
I think we should get together
To exchange poetic letters
To share and care together
Now does this situation make you wetter?
Such a storm I know you are
Dream come true
I wished too far
Merging dimensions
My favorite era I revisited
& It was with you.
You were there
With that almond pair
Those two I so strongly hold
A stare on
The cologne he’s wearing
Smell like my favorite
To smell him coming
I feel elated.
Poetically speaking on stage
Driving his heart into rage
His life I tried to sage
But he continued to beast
Out his cage
Why this age?
& That’s the thing that triggers my curiosity
You’re exposing your true mediocrity
I thought so highly of you
But you appear too brewed in mental poverty
This experience of love
Maybe too high of a valued property
Honestly.