Duet: Do You Remember? - by Stefn Sylvester & Qoll'Me Prince Rex

Do You Remember? (Duet)

The first time we met, 

we stared at each other and never stopped staring

even as we tried to look away. 

The moment I saw you, 

my heart never stopped racing 

and I realized your specie

is beyond this plane.

Those words you said to me, 

and your smile that struck to memory, 

And made me smile whenever I remember...

You were like the skinned knee

of a playful boy;

innocence oozed from your words.

I knew it

that though the tingle

that in my heart jingle

I would always of our first time remember.

It was on January I met you, 

It was on January your poems gave me a clue;

Soon we'll be seeing day and night, 

The day suddenly filled with light, 

It was also sudden, a short tryst I thought, 

But my quill you seem to have caught.

I don't think there has been regrets, 

Now we're doing a duet.... 

Who would have known what lay behind the door?

Who would have opened the door?

Do you remember how you stared at words

that dripped on and on

like honey from it's comb

combing through the thich bushes of your world

making slippery every patched soil?

Come in now, lets together dwel

under the canopies of many a duets.

Let's weave words like baskets

that'll carry staggering echoes to prospects

beyond here, there and everywhere.

Oh come, let's tickle ears

and chuckle at fears.

Your words tend to break my body, 

Your words tend to soil my soul,

Your words tend to stain my spirit.

Even in the deepest of the ocean, 

I find thine words there

like corals, they sit still, succinct.

Up above the sky where the Eagles seems not to reach, 

I find your words there.

Do you remember that we carry words in our pockets

up in the sky we fly like rockets...

Do you remember?

I think I do

Memories like scattered constellation

litter the floor of my sky.

I do remember

that dinner of words

cups of liquid verses

Verses of lipid lines

Lines of broken voices

Voices of the staggering echoes

Echoes of flipping pages

Pages of written words.

Nostalgia!

Ah! I do remember.

The days you'd beg for your poems to be shared, 

The days you think, think and write.

Up to now you don't remember and never cared;

Do you remember when you were told to be upright?

The days of the earthlings tend to be approaching, 

I think it's time for poaching.

Beautiful

We fly.

I do remember.