06/07/2022
FOUR US
One to three times I've wandered to your profile
A twelfth smile creeps on my face as our eyes lock
11:11 while I count my blessings and manifests
For a connection stronger than the mass of ten hefty men
Sitting here silently I think, "Nine yr old me would smile." because
Eight youngins for him I'd carry if they copied his timid aura
Sometime under the 7am rays we can meditate you and I, just to give thanks & honour
I'd sit by the corner while you play those little instruments for the 6th time that day-
Five of each our fingers intertwined witnessing a 5pm
sunset listening to a record or two
from the playlist you made three days ago.
Mereba sings and I follow, "You're my one true, you're my one true love."