By Jean Flournoy
Modest, unobtrusive, he is cool and objective
But careful and cautious in expressing the way he feels
Spontaneous emotion, he is neither hot nor cold.
It appears to be like a bond between two different schools
Like two mentors with different ideas..... polarity
Perhaps he is allowing enough distance between the two.
Am I a mirror from past fears?
Or the light that may shine on his path?
Though his wisely chosen words which are spoken to me
I am spellbound to another place
Incense fills the air, I feel my skin begin to tear
And my garments unfold to the floor.
Honey colored hair spinning layers of gold
They twirl around and they touch my face
Our lips touch to pleasures taste
And I find myself surrendering to the needs I want to please
As his arms life me up, alone, yet free.