You Remind Me Of Home Poem by Mahao Mokhae

You Remind Me Of Home.
A poem I wrote

In your eyes as I do stare
May I stay in your hands
As to the heavens they compare 
May I muster your breath
Can I do something for your care
Please gather me closer
From this street way to Bel Air

You remind me of home

There's a cadence to your ebony hair
As I go on to be speechless, to be speechless oh no,
I feel your supple hands run the edges of me
Maybe a few angels may do compare to thee
Maybe this is the greatest form of care that I may ever 'ceive

I bet your lips taste of Canaanite honey; refresh my soul
Oh the blasphemy - forgive me, a fruitless stain on its own
I pray my heart will forever see you in the lighting of Plato
The wounds of your loss may just simply turn me to play dough

You remind me of home

Who allowed you to peer into my soul
Peer into my being
Now look, you now know every single crevice like it's your own
Callypigians shouldn't suffer from axes they do not know of
I'm Satanist: made you suffer from the sins you do not know of
Now I lie in these shadows I practically have to call home
And back my heart I shall stone

In the end, you remind me of home
In this sweet, sour, bitterness of me
In this warm, soothing everssence of ye
In this arm's length away from me

You remind me of home

Let me step back, step back
Allow the kingdom come
These lands, these lands are no more my home
These lands, these lands are no more my own
May these prayers all gift you the gifts of Canaan
Now relieve me of my darkness, Yah

You remind me of home
But now, but now I must go