a friend of mine wrote this about me;;

[_starxcrossed]

kisses kiss her on the lips
home girl wants to remember what you feel like
some days ago, you were stealing yuppie paychecks at the gas-stations
because you liked the ride on crystal but couldn't hide from economic considerations
looking back at your homeless embodiment you focus on being jesus in the crowd of lepers
beautiful plants that will one day grow up to be mothers of the revolution
one such plant, whose body shakes through moments devoid of laughter
makes her way above the ceiling lightly stealing on her way
turns out to be a smile equation, they lost the invasion
and she's making her way home every daylight day

now on this day, she conjures sonnett dreams
when it seams, i can't help but seeing her as a sexual embodiment of the goddess
erzulie, far away and unattainable, not down to earth but a fantasy that honors my very needs and desires, so i continue to play until the day it backfires