I am a fire.
I burn through the space and time
Around me.
Only To watch roses rise,
Like colored smoke,
from smoldering
Ashes to spring
Into full bloom
.
For what other use
Could there be for my high energy
But to blaze through the world
And fade like fire? To dissapate
And leave roses in my wake.
.
I've written,
Composed,
And painted
Into immortality
My love
For thee
.
But without fuel how could I burn hot enough?

I'm partial to my Black Queen.
Been partial ever since the time
When she added her stars
To the universe of my mind,
Shined light on places I never seen
About myself, good and bad.
She's an African American dream.
Confident, fiery, loving, sweet.

Hair; dark brown,
Thick, strong, curly, long, full.
Body; dark skinned,
Thick, strong, curvy, soft full,
Mind;
Fierce, strong, gentle.
Spirit;
Beautiful.

With knowledge and growing wisdom
Her brown eyes pierce me deep.
I gasp for breath when
I'm diving through her deep.
The double entendres
In the words I speak
Deciphered
Only by my Queen.
Spoken only in the ears
Of my Queen.
I wrap her in my words
And twist her around the syllables
That generate in my mind
When she's swimmin in my mental.
And now
Transcribing her visual
Has become a pastime
And for my Queen
I'm always partial with the
greatest of all commodities.
Time.

You could hurt me,
Leave me with the scars
Of a couple heartbreaks.

But strange as it may be
I still long for you when we're apart
You should know I want you to stay.

You could simply
Stay silent, simply  depart,
But I deplore that you remain.

It feels at times that this symphony,
This concerto, this song, has lost
It's form and the end's round the corner.
But put the record back on
And see how this romance
Plays so much
longer.

I'd rather the blistering cold of
Freezing wind from
A thousand winters...
Than to feel again the affects
Of what you just did to me.