Taste of berries on my tongueI felt it linger all aroundLike sweet rum                           but no alcoholCan get me drunk Like the sweetness of your honeySuckling thumb...I felt you linger all aroundOn the day you left me waitingFor more than a promiseI waited againAfter all that god awful sinBut it was all in the name of love—A. Fitzgracious  

A spoken word piece by myself, “lex, the poet” , Called ‘Just a Pair of Jeans.’ about a pair of jeans being used as a metaphor for my younger days. Hope you enjoy - LEX, THE POET

A silver gleam crowns your eyeAs I gaze into a swirling dream.Stars settle in your hairAnd soon you're the sun.Rise and cast shadows over the earth...Why does the moon sink     Into the sea?Does she cry as she watches     California sink beneath the waves?Weep for a world gone mad!!Cry over crushed kingdoms crumbling!     And politicians throwing children      To the beasts of the night.Kiss th...