had to get my angelou on.

even the nile apologizes to its banks for overstepping its boundaries
rushing forth to assumptions and flooding with disrespect for personal space
the children of mother nature quarrel even when they know she's watching
you see, the fabric of love is seamed with emotions words cannot own
that's why the ones you love can hurt you and it is also why you can hurt the ones you love
but even the nile apologizes to its banks for overstepping its boundaries
rushing forth to assumptions and flooding with disrespect for personal space
they are lovers who know hate well
brushing up against one another in moments of passion
trying to find out whether the other is bluffing when they say, 'next time won't be like this time'
yet and still they force each others hands
pushing and pulling
tearing and bruising the very veins that make the blood flow
but even the nile apologizes to its banks for overstepping its boundaries
rushing forth to assumptions and flooding with disrespect for personal space
it's a funny thing - personal space that is
because when you become one with another person
when your souls tap dance on the brink of ecstasy
when you borrow their oxygen to make your own carbon dioxide
when they feed you their spirit like dinner on a sunday afternoon
there's no such thing as space in a place so f.cking personal
but even the nile apologizes to its banks for overstepping its boundaries
rushing forth to assumptions and flooding with disrespect for personal space
i'm only gonna let you keep brushing up against my rib cage so many times
because eventually you will crack them, exposing my heart and breaking it
but the friction of our bodies will feel so good that i won't be able to tell the difference between the explosion and the demolition
you see, like the nile and its banks, i didn't ask to be paired up with you under the moon that revolves around an earth i don't own
all i know is that you're here, brushing up against my ribs with your water seeping between my thighs and still running from my eyes
all i know is that the nile and its banks have each other as do we
having each other mimicking the nile and its banks
rushing forth with your assumptions and flooding into my arms with your disrespect for my personal space
and i shake my head at this kind of love, this kind of ownership
and i want to call mother nature and tell her to assign me someplace new
maybe in the coral reefs of the caribbean or the dusty mountains of the sahara
but if i leave, who will stop you from rushing forth with your assumptions and flooding with disrespect for personal  space?
who am i without you and who will you be without me?
because even the nile apologizes to its banks for overstepping its boundaries
rushing forth with its assumptions and flooding with disrespect for personal space.