| I see him in pieces, shattered shards of deja vu piercing my solitude. He assembles himself in rich, breathing textures all around me, in nuances unmistakably his. I have no name or face to recognize as his, only his unseen presence coursing through my veins like coltrane at midnight. I, seduced by his absence, see him in what others lack. He is peace like soul ejaculation lubricating spiritual flow, expanding my galaxies. This man clothed in dream, constellations of soul gems captured in his eyes, kneeling at nature�s breast, cognizant of collective sorrow lingering in thickness of air; he mourns what was done to love, listening for its faint, labored breaths. I dreamed and dreamed, strained my eyes to see him clearer, wet my lips to kiss him longer sequestered my heart to want him deeper. He became skin of glorious mahogany brown, his strength growing in onyx strands. I see him there, strong hands gathering seeds to plant in the soil of my mind, collecting colors to paint rainbows in my skies. His light shining through pinholes of soul- he glows. Wished for bursts of sun and my morning moonbeams is he. And I his hourglass nebula, basking in the Sahara heat of his rays. Whispered songs escape open lips, 4 minutes 12 seconds of hymn offering prayers at my temple. He is gravity forcing my eyes closed, enticing me to his dance of dreams, visions of him that leave me asking- when? His answer blows through me like autumnal colors whispered fiercely by November... soon come. RLT �2002 |
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