Lovelost



 

  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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