Sweet Thang

Like a fortune of millions
that can never be touched
it’s too much
Much too much
Chances of being mistaken for
schitzo
I won’t build a shrine
Except ones constructed on
seeds of rhine

You are just so divine
Trifling with minor insanity
Anticipate going blind
from yo fine
There has to be a new word
because that one is over heard
Nerves are in salute
Standing at attention because if
I could do it in public without looking
like boo I would
You look so good

Here, let me pour myself a class of wine
Let the concoction talk to me
through it’s potency
about your kind
Your feet must be tired
Running around in my head
like Alize’ invited to electric slide
down my veins
Over stayed
How about I raise a glass

Toast the many occasions you coast
down platinum streets
Given I’m your host
Chauffeur your mood
You don’t even have to
be included
It’s getting through the door
Promises of possessing more
Just give me one day
Batting my eyes trying to
win you over without becoming an
intruder

The subtly of it
hopefully, cascading
Overwhelming
In case of any left over reservations
Areas missed
Pull out the pen of persuasion
Serenade mist
Oh I can talk ish now
All mouth and menagerie
I’m a ballerina in
a crystal prison
Use yourself to shatter the
spell

Otherwise I’ll be content
Dancing to your brand of elegance
Bombastic summer chill
Sassy, classy and divine
Because you are watching
You just so refined
Footwork would be on time
Planets would align
Whistling through the air
Tinkling like chimes
That’s too sweet
You sweet, sexy, thang…
You





Mandika's Plate 2008