Prayer for the Boo
by P. Dante Cuauhtémoc
Dear Boo
My love of the night
in a phone call I hear such fright
of
The Future.
As uncertain as the moon's sight
forever biting at our love
coaxing us to bear that soul
that melts us
feeds us
bind us
and for now, has kept us apart.
My love of the night
in a phone call I hear such fright
of
The Future.
As uncertain as the moon's sight
forever biting at our love
coaxing us to bear that soul
that melts us
feeds us
bind us
and for now, has kept us apart.
Dear Boo
I miss the intensity of your noes,
nestled up against your sweet eyes
beside calming cheeks
I miss it because
those nose boo kisses helps us feel
both
grounded
and in outer space
where no boo has gone before.
I miss the intensity of your noes,
nestled up against your sweet eyes
beside calming cheeks
I miss it because
those nose boo kisses helps us feel
both
grounded
and in outer space
where no boo has gone before.
Looking at our future,
and all its possibilities
knowing too well the past
I stop
I pray
I will not go back to the day
of being frozen
in the great unknown...
and all its possibilities
knowing too well the past
I stop
I pray
I will not go back to the day
of being frozen
in the great unknown...
"...must trust the unknown"
As long as we keep dancing
as we know we want to
the moon's bite, reminds us
it is only the pinch
for us to yell AYE!
and LET'S GO!
and be the peaceful, happy, and good boos,
like
I know, we are.
as we know we want to
the moon's bite, reminds us
it is only the pinch
for us to yell AYE!
and LET'S GO!
and be the peaceful, happy, and good boos,
like
I know, we are.
