Richer than all of Wall Street every time I lay my body on yours.
We flow you and I, beyond the bullshit and the noise, the fancy stuff in the shiny place with the silly price tags.
We fly you and I, high above the skyscrapers, over the empty souls with the full pockets, the clouds of expectation they wanted for us, the illusions they sold us, over the hustlers, the dreamers, the beggars, the beautiful man with the curly hair and ebony skin looking through vintage jeans, the one we admire from a far.
We know you and I, that a love like ours is hard to come by. Like the first drop of summer rain melting on our tongue, the gentle stroke pulling the hair from our face to lean down and kiss us, like our mother’s sweet embrace.
If only they knew what we do. It was this simple all along.