Tell me lovely and loving things. Tell me all of the joy that Eye bring...to your heart.
The way my words penetrate your Soul---the boldness in the retreat of the Know.
Even on days when we try to fight the fate of the world's turns, the herb still slow burns, like bald perms...and butter that churns. If Eye could...ride on the waves of Louisiana Bayou water Eye would...be a Coconut grove mama....and Eye am.
In a tropical sense, Eye need no ethnic rinse, see. And Eye am eternity. That's why Eye need you to hold me, melanated one...that came from the Sun, and tell me these lovely things.
Tis why Eye want your breath upon me, caressing me in the morning. Tis why it is for you Eye am yearning and moaning. And though Eye told myself lies, and stood by still cries and tried to deny it...Eye cant rude boi. And most importantly, Eye don't want to.
Eye knew from the day we crossed paths that there was something for me to remember in you. And something so true---and though everything isn't as it seems or what it can or should be, all Eye need is you, all you need is Me. In a tropical sense, no ethnic rinse, be not of Babylonian thoughts King, and bring...those lovely tings...to mi consciousness.
Naree' Renelle. Your Coconut Goddess.