This Poem was given to me by my friend the Author and poet J Alexander thank you so Much Jay! Where are u queen?
Somewhere... seated in-between faded lines of a potent love poem written in the 60s by hippies named Flower with the power putting peace in pens teaching Zen to 10 crescent moons refusing not to glow, only to then grow-up making a living as a breath-taking metaphor?
Somewhere... in a private casbah being made to feel like more than a woman while God summons a handful of her ebony angels giving each an epiphany of ample high-5's and performance promotions for a magic potion creation well done, one eternity at a time?
Somewhere... still reminiscing about a kiss that could soften stingy steel, calling no cobs on the cookie unless cats come correct, not like rookies but like roosters that ****-a-doddle-doo and make you sit still while layers get peeled till you fulfill your fantasy feeling the power of Niagara’s flow?
Somewhere... letting tomorrow take care of itself as it usual does while wishing someone-unlike-no-other would take care of you today, tattooing the inside of your eyelids with the letters L.O.V.E. with binding blood for you to gaze at a view of outer-space using commitment constellations as mental masking tape, sticking by your side until there is no such a thing as time?
Where did you go?
Somewhere... sleeping solo, dripping "I'll show him" slob on pride pillows instead of riding bicycles with no seats - just the pole, juxtaposed underneath unapologetic satin sheets swapping gossip on unlimited minutes about unfinished business to bitter listeners with limited vision, although behind your back would switch in an instance, since it's existence - misery always needed company
Somewhere... thinking about making the 1st move for the 2nd and 3rd time?
Somewhere... keepin' it 100 with 90% of your single friends? Where are you my luv?
Somewhere... becoming conscious, covered deep with earth on a continent in a South African mine in your prime, replacing the black blood and applying your tear drops upon diamonds, making them shine twice as bright with infinity shelf life?
Somewhere... practicing saying a surname on for size in front of a candlelit white picket fenced vanity mirror, placing pillows near navels underneath your blouse knowing it fits your style and hoping that daddy will be speechless proud about his princess, pride and joy?
Somewhere... working too **** hard? Where are you irreplaceable?