Head and Heart Strings

Twiddle thump and riddle

Dancing between here and reality’s sinew

Give much, but receive little

Heart strings plucked like a fiddle

Sucked and fucked my love with no spittle

Until you reach the diamond in the middle

Of tightly crossed thighs…



Lonely sighs is where they reside

And I ride

I ride thought patterns like waves in LA

Cant Light Save for this Day-

No we won’t roll back no clocks

Time keeps ticking on with the tock

While they stand on the block of Ignorance

This aint happenstance

And This is my chance

To receive the blessings the Lord has stowed away

Just for me

For me to keep- speak my piece

Gain some peace and a good night’s sleep



And we play

Play this game

We

Twiddle thump and riddle

Touch and fiddle thoughts

Till we both grow hot

And then maybe tired

Of what we are not

Swindle stump piddle and hump your head

Until you think of me between hard times

Reading me between lines

Before you read me between sheets

upon a King sized bed

Hearts will lead heads

Until heads lead hearts

To what it is we ought

To Love.



Brandy “Poet B. Lee” Facey

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