Twinkle, Twinkle
million of stars
your will took us to places that I could never image
but what I saw
no one like a know it all.

Sweet Estrella,
love should have kept us together but I was stuck on whatever.
Oh well,
attitude is everything.
I'm drinking coffee.

Memories always appear closer.
Faith is in the wind.
I'm gonna need a better sign

then the sun in the sky.
Pen Gwen.

You asks, “If I’m ready?”
Like a leaf
would ask permission to leave,
with no regret
I fall to you.

Kiss you up,
kiss you down.
Sunny days, starry nights, best of friend, wedding bells.

Fingers dance down
long black hairs
affectionate cuddles
as my hands continue it glide.

Pulling you closer.
heart to heart.
Nobody does it like us
mocha coffee with an Asian’s breeze.

There something about you
that's stimulating.
Groove with me
and toast to our victory.
You and I.

Lookie Loos
Hold both hands in the hole of my sweater.
It’s just life.
Choking on my mother’s intimidating words,
if I close my eyes maybe they won’t notice me.

I looked great in the photos.  
High diving into broken glass,
This is going to sting,
giving the lookie loos something to chat about.

Wild birds need air.
Roll out the papers
No stems, no seeds.
Just a pencil thin line that separate tragedy from clarity.

It’s what we do.
Kisses are the flowers of love in bloom.
Count on joy,
The sun will shine again.

I remember the smell of her apartment, burned popcorn and a new teal green leather sofa.
An awesome smile of achievement is what she wore.
American Express and Visa’s credit card applications are fanned out over the dinning room table.
Jodeci plays in the background, as we slow dance, nice and close.

We laughed on how high I jumped when her grandfather walked in on us being naughty.
Laughter is the air of the soul.
I move in closer to seal my fate.
Phone rings.

How soon we forget, that we’re all shadows on the wall of time.
It’s very clear I got to make that move.
I motion that I am leaving.
She blocks my exit, in an attempt to make me feel her touch.
Lost in love,

The lover wins every time.
Entre vous et moi
I promise her that I would return.
We both know it’s a lie.

Peace to you I say,
freely as the sun conduct the birds singing.
Trees reach for the stars daily
I live for your delight.

We chill and relax when necessary
and stand for honor and truth.
Voice linger in silent
Eyes are the souls
Peace to you I say, until we are no more.

Staring into the mirror at the man I didn’t want to become.
Confronting constancies asking, “What have you learn?”
I’m biting apologies seeing that I haven’t learned.
Spirit deflated, frustrated breathing.

The winds wrestles with tree’s branches and butterflies mingle with flowers.
Life as always continues to move about.
The Light is always seeking and being found.
Stay encourage for there is nothing better than a man who has not given in.

Staring at the mirror at the man I have become.
Many directions only one outcome, God shall rejoice over me!
No more tears for I am love, the seal of perfection!

My mind swims with thoughts of you.
Bright light chase behind to magnify a vision of loveliness.
Bless with a coke bottle figure, dimple and a voice that angels envy, she’s irresistibly hot  
Caught in the madness I scream, “Outstanding she’s the one.”

Corny lines drip from loose lips.
How many times will I look and ponder as she leisurely walks by?
I paint the sky blue not because it my favorite color but it represent my pain, as useless words continue to ooze.

Lead pencil break, I do too.
I sharpen to be near her.
Liking her style I move in closer and smile.
Her eyes twinkle.
I’ve figure it out, caterpillars, cocoons then butterflies.
In a field of flowers we’re meant to entwine.

-McArthur Hunt Jr.