Lovelost
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Acknowledgements
Thank God for the talent, mind and soul.
Mom and Dad for the nurturing, morals, intellect and insight.
Keith Rogers for the vision.
Friends and family for the undying support.
BackTalk! poetry troupe for the movement.
contents
Phase 1: Caterpillar
moonlight
red light/green light
deja´ vu
oshun’s fool
3 wishes
my rose
Phase 2: Cocoon
hold me
as we lay
in bloom
8th wonder: I wonder
earth angel
commitment: the 3 keys theory
Phase 3: Butterfly
temptation
a long distance daydream
by candelight
prisoner of love
withering rose: winter in the garden
searching
better to have loved and lost
Phase I:
Caterpillar
moonlight
drape me in moonlight
and shield me from the sun
take my senses of touch and sight
and let me freely run
i may fall but i will rise again
only to run right back to you
all i wanted was a true friend
i ended up with my dream come true
now i`m the swelling ocean
and you make me want to move
you`ve set my soul in motion
and once again you prove
that the night lives for the moonlight
that i do it all for you
Red Light. Green Light
Green light...
Everyone’s had a crush
That went bust
Or rather pop
It started when your jaw dropped
From viewing the long drop from the top
Of the mountainous rollercoaster of your emotions
Then your heart stops
Despite all your might
Those damn fantasies take flight
And you invite them into your mind
You hope to find yourself
With that special someone
Wining and dining
Hot days and even hotter nights filled with fun wall climbing
Soul rhyming and resonating
After weeks of dating
But these are just visions you’ve been creating
Because you’re still waiting
For some signal or sign
That the two of you could become one of a kind
Like that winning hand that takes all bets
When your number’s called you’ve got to come correct
Because you’re mates been checked
Like this was chess and she’s that queen
Moving all around your mind and capturing your dreams
But for the time being the board is full
Of players but no moves have been made
Because you’re still afraid
You hesitate to make your move
Because your more worried about stalling than being smooth
Plus you’ve got something to prove
And everything to lose
Like if you ej-act-ulate prematurely
Besides surely this honey will see
The promise and possibility
Of a he and she becoming a we
So you tell yourself to take it easy
Because you’re not even the first car in line
So you’ve got no choice but to take your time
Hurry up and wait for your moment to shine
So forget that she’s fine and just enjoy the ride
Taking her sharp turns and speed bumps all in stride
And maybe one day she’ll be sitting by your side
But slow down
There are no rights on red
So just be patient instead
Quit thinking about laying her down in your bed
And concentrate on the rough road ahead
Because even though she’s a thoroughbred
If you approach her from the back
You will get kicked and smacked
Right back to 0 mph
When there are no winks or blinks to go on
Maybe it’s best that you move on
To some other road on the other side of town
Where there are less traffic lights and smooth asphalt on the ground
Besides your bound to wind up where you’re going eventually
He who outlasts will win the game
Then you’ll see that the road is the same from every lane
Just now you’re seeing it through fogged up windowpanes
But you’re mind is clear
Because you worked hard to get here
With her the one you call your crush
Just remember that before you submit to lust
This crush is bound to bust
Or pop
like screeching tires after a fast stop
Red light.
Dejá Vu
I sit quietly in the corner table of a coffee shop absorbed in reading sipping Caramel Macchiato to amplify my senses
Page after page I flip, as the mystery unfolds
our hero is fast on the trail of the villain who has captured a damsel in distress
Suddenly I get a feeling
a feeling that someone is stealing glances and taking chances to look my way
I stop reading to look up and around to open my ears to sounds and my third eye blinks back from the force of the energy she’s sending me
"Can you feel that?"
she whispers on the wisp of an exhaled puff of breath and cigar smoke
I become hypnotized by the rings of smoke floating like lazy dragons out of the antique pipe protruding from the left corner of cherry red lips
They pucker and pout as she stops staring to inhale
and I read the sensual story of luxurious eyelashes
The tale of two delicate fingers
that hold the pipe with an air of subtle elegance
The relevance of the book in my slightly shaking hands eludes me and I start the conversation with, "Excuse me..."
Hours pass and the early morning sunshine grows in intensity
as noon approaches I barely notice
We are finishing each others sentences and drinking in each other
like the coffee other people consume as they enter and exit talk and read meet and greet live and love
I realize after a long silence in which a million unspoken wishes become granted that I am seeing myself from inside her warm pools of sensual mystery
"Do I know you?"
...those were the first sweet words she said when I sat down and now I believe she does
We spend our lunch engaged in oral intercourse
as we walk mind in mind through the park
Day becomes night spring becomes summer months become years all in the course of one conversation
I now know that I will never tire of my pipe dream my pipe queen that I always knew was waiting in the shadows for her curtain call
I start to fall head over heels for her sex appeal
when I jerk awake slightly embarrassed that I had fallen asleep so easily
And then I see a dream of pouting cherry red lips
puckering and beckoning me into action
Or reaction
to the vision that came of a love that was true.
Or maybe
it’s just déjà vu
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