Applicant's Cypher

Rules:
- No cursing (yet)
- Just one verse
- No calling other out
- Your entry must be in the form of a comment of this blogspot post.
- Give it your all.

M-P's Starter Verse

There's a wishlist of dreams
waiting to be bought;
there's a kiss waiting to be caressed
into the sand
with every sunset -
but what hand do you play at painting a horizon?
Here,
canvas runs boldly
and naked,
and your fingers
are that brush of anticipation,
prayer beads of sweat illuminated
dripping rosaries around your neck -
and you wonder why the music won't stop for you -
wonder of a music's mix-tape spin-deck,
squashing sleepless nights
and gravity
between two swirling identities
to palms
to lavish with your tongue
and swallow that bitter juice with vigor;
break open that crayon box
and swim in the rapids of diversity -
matter of fact, walk on the waters
like turbulance where a solid glass dancefloor
and your feet merely glided.
Go find it,
the inspiration that allows you to grasp those feelings
and finally,
paint your horizon.