Its 11:10,
I stare at the clock...
The smell of flowers fills the air.
immediately the heart knows...
First they told me that I was lucky,
I wasn't a woman in the Dominican Republic...
I dream of her,
with a belly swollen...
Alysia is intriguing,
I haven't seen her face in...
To think we were
palm trees in...
I wonder if when
you read me...
"I want to become
a better person"...
Before you,
the palms of my hands...
I wasn't doing anything,
just floating on the ocean...
When I was smaller, my mother's palms
always knew how to find my face. There was always...
I was already getting
close to home when I saw you...