To sacrifice magic for personal vanity
Is neither my credo
Nor Kyrie.
So I could not spill those words;
I vomited them.
And now I wish the puke held bay
At the dock of my feet.

Instead, it greased through
Where dexterous wooing had ricocheted
Sliding into the friction betwixt soul and spirit.

Somehow it melted away,
Corroding.
The diamantine bars of your heart came ajar,
Your gaze softened;
The whip lost it’s steely sternness.

Now your eyes quake
In awe of my voice:
The contact lens in complete disarray
As the seed of untruth
Sprouted amidst cosmetic plastic.

A three-word incantation
Has made hard water lather.

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Loni Toyosi loves Hip-pop.