this place I was taken into a room by random, place I was granted pass to be in private room where elites are.
She walked to the bar to get us a drink and looked back at me because she said I was her Asian Leo and mix and I wanted to pretend I was half as cool. As she comes back and forth to me to know a hand only I want her to hold.
If she slides up next to me in a crowded room. She had nothing to say beyond the sun and heartbeat within me to see the sun come up and realize we are at a different time table.
To me I met my destiny with a world in my hands if I can go this far. A Fox and a Wolf in a place where a sun can rise and one can set and I can hold that hand of immigration in me.
The fire that kept me an ember, reliance on the fallen.
To be hapa and know we are moved by looks over seat in position where I can look back and she slides her sandal over ‘by accident’ and I can hold it for a stretch of 20 seconds.
nothing about feet or fetish.
this place between a work I cannot make only thru words of want. I hold the the card from the place we are flight and keep it as a token. I push back her slide with my headphones on.
Whatever time it takes to arrive, I’m that passenger two rows you pushed ahead.
Feeling the feeling you have and a place you wanted to be in the sky.
Grounded I can let go of the place we went together without a kiss and smile on my face. Where I was and you arrival before we took flight.
My love of journey to Kyoto forward and back.
Forever a long want I lean over my shoulder where I want passage to be in a place
where we can see the mountains that look the same.
The Dream has ended and flight
I’m owned at 2024
Only a place of a new border and bound has no place.
A journey of my destination wear I learn a long for want we can be uncountable. Like “Her” she is arrival and place where I feel safe and me her.
the place she touches my heart and my hopes where I can hope I’m vibration.
This song found my heart thru vibrations of learning nuance and efforts where you travel many times over and break many hearts to be who you are.
A tattoo house here was once called slave to the needle and to me I was told I could be a millionaire if we lived in that place.
Where Vipers are a cocktail and challenge that if would take only if you allowed or dared me to.
if nothing else you know as Koji, I belong to the Yama. My heart a driver where I accept my flights. maybe again a place we go to the fox house where my black kimono was made
you will hold my hand.
worn for the ready Omega and Alpha.