An reoccurring dream,
A scream echoes in the night
As one hand clasps the handle of a .38
and the other fumbles out of sight.
The jingle of loose change
spilling upon the cool earth,
The air dry-
As his pulse rised
And rises like a wave gaining momentum.
'Yes!' he screams out,
The gun tightly in his grip
While his other hand plunged deep
Into the scalp of a dreadlock sista.
His hips dancing against her face
The loose change,
Spilling upon the earth-
Quarters, nickels, dimes
all ringing out their own unique symphony.
Her eyes transfixed upon the shiny new metal,
His graze towards the heavens
Then the singing ringsssssssssssssssssss
Out LOUD as if the end has meet
Life had began, again.
Slowly surely, she would
walk free from the chains
of his rememberance
and stinch of his rapture.
She will be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
To begin again,
To live again!