Felt sick, felt good
The heat burns with the old wood
Muscles in my arms pump like machines
The Jericho palm tree is plush and green
Bright sun, the new day
I felt sick in a good way
Felt the fever climb when you came down
All the way across town
And you brought me
A plate of sweet potatoes
Sun fading overhead
The sunset bright red
Your green eyes, your smooth walk
Fresh tomato, celery stalk
You cook Pari basmati rice
I felt good, you looked nice
You stood like Galatea over me
You brought fried garlic and kimchi
And you brought me
A plate of sweet potatoes