Funny how eyes work
The way they write their message
On my canvas face
Painting raging storms of thunderous thoughts.
Your lips play their part like base in a jazz tune
You know, the one you sway your head to
and snap your delicate fingers to
As a microphone to the unnoticeable background keys.
Forgetting that you are releasing rampant sparks of fire that resemble a few dying stars
The room comes to life
The thin strings of life cultivating the germination of a robust erection of guitar keys
Visual are the lines tagging at my feet as I groove to the beat with a grativationall pull
With much respect I put my moves to it as I obey the beat-full of jam
Beautiful jams are your favourite kinda sauce
be it any kinda fruit
Funny how your eyes
Glance at me.
uncharacterised to any human soul to have existed.
Within that glance exists a milky white canvas.
Within my mind is a brush that maintains a lot of colours to keep my vision narrowed.
You allow your lips to reveal your emotions…
A smile that sparks curruscating sparks of blue fire
Rivers of blue fire running under my canopy skin
Resorting to me obeying like she were my kin
I am on my feet and conversing with the beat in a blink
No time to think
Just seeking the drums and in them I sink
She joins with every of her gracious sways leaving a trace full of newborn universes
Queen from the east
Now conquering the multi verse.
-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.