Ask me again if I didn’t
fall for his alluring charm,
the many riveting personalities
of his boundless creativity,
night jamming eyes a thousand
dimensions of wondrous words,
star-shine vowels, sparkling
conjunctions and junctions,
fecund features – upbeat,
unplugged, the riffs and runs,
melodic intros pulling me
into his astonishing invention.
Ask me again if I didn’t want
to kiss his luscious lips, breathe
new life into his soul as he held
his hands around my wheeling
hips, embracing the now and forever
of our blissful chapter, his magic
nation equating with my essence,
brilliant foundations, algebraic
equations, harmonizing derivatives
and fractions, a mathematician’s
world of genius mountains shining
in flawless sight.  Ask me again
if I didn’t want to lay on his thighs,
feel the beats rise, the cool chemistry
rowing into the palm trees – the days
when he strolled along the sidewalk,
his head bumping to Tupac’s song,
Keep Ya Head Up, jamming to the
bassline, waving his hands in the sky
like he was a lyrical God, the nights
when he laid on the sofa, his mind
wandering in the clouds, wondering
if he’d ever reach beyond the stars.
Ask me again if I didn’t want to share
our worlds together, dance in his
moonlight, the gleaming stanzas
in his poetry, the science in his
spaceship, the slow turns and sharp
swerves, the picturesque streets
glowing in the sun, every seamless
direction pointing the way towards
a path of glittering gateways.