Tom Brady

It is a delicate hour on my tongue
The womb emerges on my skin
Blue hues on my inner thigh
Who is he?

The scent of powder and smoke altered my mind
Black paint all over his body
Legs of a god or somethin’
Mirrored reflection of something of lightness
Of me, he’s attracted to the dark Satan
Where are you going to go with me?

Wear my hat, my champion of letters
Notes of hints of jazz melodies somewhere
Like me forever
Treat me like a woman
Remember my patronage 
Kiss the dirt with me
Eyes on me no more for our lovemaking
But how do I even make love.

Your bowtie is something else
Melted butter up my thing for your liking
Wetness all around the earth
But what earth is this but the atom
I remake the moon
And I regard it for a sign
Of a new day
And you are my newness
Live you say, go ahead.

\Thank you from the bosom of my heart.