like the beating of a drum
his name reverberates
throughout the contours of my mind
an undeniable constant
unyielding echoes
charging wall after wall
bouncing and falling
from one neuron to the next
electrical impulses strumming
and humming
. . . like amazing grace
it sounds so, sweet



Mahogany Ree
© 8-24-23

on the cusp of tears too stubborn to fall
like vines cascading down her cheeks
fruits of her eyes fall
warm brines
drawing her into awakening
she feels . . .
but then
. . . she doesn’t


© Mahogany Ree
8-24-23
Written 3-16-22

you'll never know how much I love you
words cannot explain

all I know is when were gone
our love will always remain

it all sounds so simple
but saying so just ain't enough

all I know is that I love you
and a whole lot of other stuff

bigger than four letters
more beautiful than it appears

i'll love you beyond a lifetime
that's just how sacred our love is . . .

your wants are your wants
never stop wanting . . .
. . . just stop focusing on them 
dwelling in your want
will make you miss what you need
wants
will
be
fulfilled. . .
when they're supposed to be
and if they are never fulfilled
then so let it be . . . 
. . . you've lived all this time without them
maybe . . . 
. . .  that's fulfillment within itself


© Mahogany Ree
5-29-20

all the things i’ve said
i’d never do
flew out the window
the lifetime. . .
. . . i met you

maybe you feel about it…

…the way i feel about it

realizing that

we really dont feel

anything . . .

. . . at all

and so

we

elude

our

feelings . .

. . . to chase the truth

only to realize that

we’ve been standing in it

all along . . .

© Mahogany Ree

5-14-19

to feel . . .
. . . is to incite reaction
and sometimes the **** you’re feeling
doesn’t deserve the energy
it takes to ignite it

when he moves
the same way the bow moves across the strings
he’s harmonizing with your ecstasy

let him be the lightening in your background
while plays on you
lays on you
trumpets and blows you . . .
... caressing you
with the tips of his fingers
let them linger
over and through
your love notes.....
keep playing for her
laying on, her
strum her pain with your craft
let her succumb to your storm

love is
a shotgun shack
along the bayou
in the middle
of nowhere

love .  .  .
. . . is
a maze of estuaries
where the channels
of two hearts
cross the paths
creating streams
to the soul

© Mahogany Ree
5-29-20

He is heaven . .
. . . I've already sold my soul
he doesn't have a clue
and I'll never tell him

what we share
is a like a fight and a fairytale
juxtaposed into this reality

he's the man for me
. . . he don't even know
and I'll be dammed if I tell him

I love him
plain and simple

I feel him
clawing through my flesh
like a lion on fresh ****

he completes me
. . . no other man can or ever, will

when i miss you
i miss you
and when i need you
i need you
even if i don’t say so . . .

saying i love you
is like echos
reverberating trough barriers of sound
quietly fading into the distance