He is my ebony king,
the one I love more
than anything, a whole
nation of illuminating
enchantment, strong,
thick-veined physique,
high romancing eyes,
the world full of his
beat booming flow.
His clean-cut beard,
the celestial continents
spinning within his cheeks,
lips the color of crystal
champagne – a wave
of passion sparking
my skin, a beautiful
blossom opening up
in the moonlight.
His essence is the
destiny of my dreams,
a streetlight of pure
magic, hypnotizing
harmonies, space
rocking drums
and trombones,
all jazzy and riveting,
a dazzling man full
of picturesque perfections.