ROUND TWO: (8)ZYG vs. (9)big baby - (BIG BABY WINS 6-3)

[big baby]

HUMAN CONDITION. SPRINGS A DAFFODIL, A SAGE OF CALM.

Fell in love with waves of Orinoco, shot it's vacant stream to nether regions
Now it's greenish feather leaflets, blossoming bud on hazel cocoa
I wouldn't take for granted, the picnic painted pastel
in a kiss I taste enamel, mixed in with leaves of fainted basil
If April showers brings May flowers, i'm glad for floret efflorescence
assortment of precious petals wicked so picture-perfect that you'll more than just forget it
During spring the eucalyptus branch where years ago. We used to kiss. So ostentatious.
stare at the stars, connect your face in constellations with my fingertips
The conversations. when chilling gust of wind kisses shut your eyelids
pillars rust. But I didn't. I knew where to feel you up. So much who'd think I was a psychic.
Filtered brush of Hyacinth, crescent pools of iris, you even knew to party
Such a celibate ruse. I wanna just send these troops, an army.
elated volumes, I'll hardly illustrate a Coup d'état tomorrow
but I couldn't wrong you, when you painted amaryllis with your heartbeat.
It's so beautiful, it's so hard to, keep my eyes off of you.
Each day was a luminal rendezvous, summer months played a musical ensemble.

SUMMER SYMPHONIES, BARBEQUE'S, WINE AND CLASSICAL Ravel.


We orchestrated spring awesome. The way we correlate a fling onto
A course where we made our rings, and became a more formulated thing
See the summer heat bleaches our skin, to a buttery cream pecan
Buzzing of bees. Three seasons of touching under the seats, squeezing
Your butt, and your cheeks. And you laughed, but your father didn't
I was more of Beethovens 9th, and you were a soothing Chopin composition
Truth be told, you're more of autumn to me. We would paddle boat on Dawsons creek
You evoked Mozarts' artsy dream, but the boring parts you had omitted
the melody of your curvy form had the rhythm of a jazz musician
See in July, we hit the beaches, the waves invaded your southern peaches
Water would drip form of tempos reaching a Treble clef where your letter-G is
Barbecues. We lit cigars. Oh it was a blast, we had a car
Fireworks. The fire worked, drunk in diners, t'was so bizarre.
She shot a cupid, aimed with perfect symphony so innately ruthless.
To say classical music relaxings' a therapeutic claim. And for you I'm crazy stupid
The way your composition drifted, mixed in at 3am while both of our lips glistened, and our pupils dilated
You waved your composers fingers, in a triangular stint, while my own member gauged a whole choral gracing
Only way I could explain the minutiae you've created was a rubric I citated of musical notation
It's beautiful. To have consummated. Tattoo my symphony in your crevice
etched in the sound frequencies of us saying 'i love you' in your necklace


FALLS CALLED FALL FOR A REASON. FALLING OUT OF

love. not me, you. look, maybe, I'm overreacting
but i'm lonely. I know school has redacted, but I'm lonely.
it happened. they say most of us motherfuckers get stuck and dumb
i was 1 out of a 12 dog litter that got caught up in puppy love.
But spring and summer, were awesome. We saw things we never thought of
and late at night, we whispered, "aw shucks" under covers, awestruck.
but you were undercover. Playing cop to lure the robber
your allure was slaughter. Loyal. But you were sure the plotter
is this really happening? your moral road has no ground to speak in darkness!
It's cold, you know. I'm a codependent prophet. You play the role of soul restricting harlot
but how?
you blossomed lavender orchids by playing sebastian bach with heart strings
So cowardly, now that you're into me? You're just gonna go out. You're kidding me
You played flowery symphonies, that planted roots that plow at my dignity
Oh wow. Now you want to hang out with your best friends, bitch?
Barely see each other. Rain clouds. even ignoring my text message.


WINTER ALONE REMINDS US OF THE HUMAN CONDITION

Now that you're gone. The cold breeze wrinkles my bone.
I'm lonely. Controlling. It's frozen and we said our hellos
I'll lend you a quote, in this narrative, expending unknown
--
"If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant:
if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." - Anne Bradstreet

But now when I'm home, broken, but most of all, what has driven ..
me, is that it's you that I've forgiven. Cause you reminded me through all, of the human condition