Again The Young Lady Spoke Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Mama never care to much about depth
as long as the height of each kiss was felt
I can't promise you me
I can't wait til the day im flying beneath you
take these chains from my wrists
show me the heights seen from your eyes
as if you ever thrist drink from my lips
Mama never care to much about depth
as long as the height of each kiss was felt
I long to fly against the word you
I long to kiss the lips you possess
she softly crooned as she spoke with her eyes
her skin bleached in the earth
her hair dipped in wool honeycombs
her voice like the wind that tickled your ears once it blew
softly
as it couldn't help but grant your lips a smile
again she spoke
Mama never care