What He Do

I love to dance.  I like to twist-shake-androll.
To be a fully embodied, spiritual creator though-
I need 2 write.
I need for my chest to expand,
And for sentences to flow out.
I need for lyrical explosions, poppin
from my soul cavity.

My pen's an extension of touch, when holding
in words gets too much, I ink them out in morse code:
tip tip, tap, s-w-i-r-l.  Choreography
happens on this unmarked surface.  Storyscapes arise,
and yo' linguistic ears follow the topography.
Sign in, you've arrived.  In this class we'll learn to speak territories,
and map our bones' infinite geography.



-LoveWon