Didn’t I…

Dorando

I

He wasn’t appreciated much
most artist ain’t.
With his fur collar, pimp stroll—
hair slick back
smooth mouth…know how make yo hips move
put you in a mood,
where you don’t wanna to get out of yo feelings.

 

This the Common Air That Bathes Us

That’s what she said.

That’s what he said.

That’s what she, he, you, me, we said.

Said it to each other

Said it across long distance phone calls

and short distance pillow talks.

Said it to the mirror,

probably not often enough.

Said it to dogs in high-pitched voices,

and, in face licks and tail wags,

definitely had it returned

in ways other than words.

Said it on accident.

Said it too soon.

Said it too late.

Said it amidst arguments

that were never worth having.

Said it during love making

which was definitely worth having.

Said it to unborn children

Said it quietly over the graves of those now gone.

Said it to our parents

Said it to our parents exponentially more frequently

when we were low on cash.

Said it to the sky.

Said it to the stars.

Said it late at night

to new friends in old bars.

Said it in too many languages to count.

Said it soft,

then said it loud,

then said it louder,

and when it still wasn’t said loud enough

we created a Facebook event page

and invited everyone

so that we could all set our clocks just right

and simultaneously say it at the same time,

and after we did,

the earth grew a little quieter,

see, somehow we all collectively decided,

that anything that was ever worth saying,

had already been said.

I love you.


 

In Your Hands

She’s a local Las Vegas artist and really nice, I can listen to this song all day…

I Was All Over Her

 

♪Don’t know what I wanted
I have a memory
back at that party
I was all over her
we didn’t make out
or do anything
I just remember
I was lonely

I guess I am always
it’s not a problem
it’s just something
I got used to it
every stranger
makes me feel safer
and every person
seems more beautiful♪