get wavey with me
get hazy with me
become a lazy Sunday afternoon with me
dabble in a toke of Hasheesh
to an Indonesian dinner on the moon with me
the canal streets of Amsterdam
got nothing
on your stretch-marked hips
or chewed up bottom lip
lisp snakey rhymes to me
get foreign, exotic, tantric with me
accept my feline purrs of praise
catch my tail before I make or break
stick to my honesty
like a bumblebee
to dripping honey
nourish my roots and dirt-black earth
with innocence and purity
turn me on
tease me
with words of humility and vulnerability
surprise me
like a sun shower on a Summer’s day
sprinkle fairy-dust mystery
onto my serpentine hair
compliment my void-brown eyes
reflecting the eternity inside yours
get loosey-goosey, ugly-duckling, consciously aware with me
jump off this precipice hand-in-hand with me
free-fall like a fool into the creative abyss
to manifest like real-time Atlantean high priestesses
transcend the weight of lead that sunk our golden hearts
causing this amnesia that has us believe we are anything less than alchemists
awaken from the programmed slumber with me
two black sheep
escape the matrix of polarity
get ride-or-die-happy
in self-love with me
it doesn’t take a trip to Amsterdam
to trip in unconditional love like we’re in Amsterdam
these hallucinogenic canal streets
got nothing on our naturally astral feet
got nothing on the reality of unity
- Tanya Master