A poem I wrote

I'm wide awake, eagerly anticipating the love that will come tomorrow.

I understand that dreams dont do justice what we have insatiably made.

Or to the enchantment I'll experience when you're near.

I will be waiting for your presence, the mingling of a black man in a white body, like a rare find off Wish come true, come through . Im fixated.

no i never made a dish I've never tasted before i never made culture before does it

make music ?