Taking a poetic timeout
My unseen Beloved has spoken to me in many dreams wondering why I hinder much of myself from her and the world
I have fastened my intentions to the center of spirit so that she may have a clearer understanding of my light
Though in that same light…
I sometimes forget how beautiful I have become
Beautiful and uncompromised
…like my Beloved
She excites me into silence quite often
…expressing her co-written impressions next the Great Divine’s storied philosophy of me
Today I passed by a mirror a saw someone whose facial descriptions I could no longer understand
He was different that the gentleman I spoke with yesterday
His skin was… darker
His eyes… hiding shame
… as though he’s finally taken a step back to view the world from which he’s journeyed
That night while surrounded by warm, scented, aquatic remedy
…hoping to float to silent infinity
I watched incense smoke dance to Mr. Mayfield’s commands of love offerings
…the guitar motioned a dark swaying gravity that touches the lid of my Third Eye
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She closer to me now
… her skin reflecting itself through scandalous darkness
…mapping its journey to me atop the pillows
Words of divine tamarisk slip their ways between her and become the cipher behind my smile
Certain things like this turn me immortal
…conquering generational insecurities and my father’s own inherited errors and consequences
She’s patient with me
…but wonders of my need to cling to unsettled reality
…running to an unneeded glimpse of something that once was and truly can never once again be a part of my unique dimension
Though she willingly pulls my ever closer
…ever further from the night’s coating struggles
The scent of her physical is the new flame of my consciousness
…hips of a superior Goddess calling for the comfort of shy yet inquisitive and curious palm palpation
…legs housing a healing Orisha between their silent, nectar-hued Stargate
… a lone tour of calm, wet chaos to where I alone am its neutrality
She is the avatar of my every nervous lyric and shaken guitar melody
…creating love and rhymed mythology within each instrumental left within her breath
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I wish to speak to you now
…but the distance between us has become the Nile
My spirit has become a sack full of dreams with no directions for its proper use
My ears listen to the world for words of love and wisdom to once more insight me to power
…lost in the noise
…but my Earth no longer allows my inhabitation into her cosmology