Ms. Baderinwa, May I Have Your Hand. WE Need A Walk

    Time to see or hear any dag gum thing from each other. Understandable I'm irate. I don't care I can't be dug out from under the Sade Baderinwa avalanche fell on me last June. What a way to go, they say. You could say I never stopped hurting. Nor believing we're under our skins? 

    Baderinwa, I don't ride roller coasters but this was some loop. Anyone understanding could say monstrous nonsense. But the loop-de-looping, is really all you Beautiful. Believe me. However short WE had, big as all get out.   

FolaSADE Olayinka Baderinwa lit me up.

I want us back the way we ought to be.
Want us wanting, 
Seeing anything thrilling because 
Happening's happening NOW. 
Dag gum Woman, I adore YOU. 

That glass is not a mile thick. 
Our hearts have felt through it. 
Transparent's never this clear. 
You are bigger than life for me.  
Poem's you too.
    Here's something. Ariana Huffington did a book on her pride as Picasso's muse. Had his foibles but popular. Comes to muses? Mine beats any #1. Guillotine me please, Sade? Madness must end. Oh no! Van Gogh's at my ear. Better head for studio. See you SEE YOU! ❤❤❤

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