I see                parts of me

present to the cadence of braid black hems

.

now is              circumstance

soldiers and white race miss the cadence

.

the world needs more of these books

on a cloud

a cloud we in sex get lost

.

darling             you have me

falling incognito in water fights

.

babe all           will be well

graffiti the blue sand taste on tracks

.

the world needs more of these books

on a cloud

a cloud we in lips get lost

.

taste a sound                           untrapped

the honest is to circle beautiful

.

the part            between us

ruins in the streets make love between us

.

the world needs more of these books

on a cloud

a cloud we in love get lost

.

yes around my face

realize love is knowing the taste of space