My son is now 18 and I can see the change
in his shifting stance, the boldness and
complexity in his presence, deep dark
diction beneath smoky stained clothes,
scattered cigarettes piled up in *****
ashtrays, ghostly fumes filling the
cold air, as he dashes up the stairs to
his bedroom.  And as I stand in the
kitchen over the stove steaming a
fresh *** of boiled chicken, salad,
and mashed potatoes, I can hear his
smooth slick words echoing across
the room.  The heavy giggles and
sensual thoughts seeping inside his
mind, running game on his main
squeeze like the world was his
majesty, like a crowned creation
falling into submission to his
nation.  I step closer to the stairs
and listen to the soft sounds of Joe’s
song, I Wanna Know, playing in the
background, slow rising beats curling
up in the air towards divine enchantment,
hypnotizing harmonies beyond a bed of
thin sleek sheets.  And as I breathe in the
soothing melodies, I’m forced to remember
the days when I was young, a rich tasteful girl
full of chemistry and flawless formation.  I was
grooving to the spinning jams like it would be
this way forever.  I had forgotten how much
time had passed by, how the waves
of his existence was on a new wavelength,
how the stars in his eyes intensified in
immense shapes, how the shimmering
moon was his light inside his kingdom,
the cosmic space taking him into a new
sea of discoveries.

Last night I cried myself to sleep thinking about you,
the ******* chemistry that we used to share over
the midnight campfire, our sleek bodies rising in passion
with each bursting flame, deep shifting fingers pressed
up against thick sheets, as our ankles and thighs
harmonized and smiled, glossy green eyes filled
with lust and immense thoughts.  Your soul was
calling out to me in the nighttime sky,
vibrant skin sifting inside timeless climaxes
and rewinds, shimmering lights and hypnotic
gleams, an ocean of water and poetry gliding on
booming beats.  The world began to sink inside
our romance, the horniness of our hot flesh sizzling
in sparking temptations, deep designs and glimmering
patterns.  And as our nations made music over earth’s
creation, brilliant escapes and captivating depths,
you were the magnificent star inside my kingdom,
the purest existence that could illuminate the fire
inside eyes.

I want to know what happened to the love
between you and I, the late-night cuddling
over sweet sensational songs, our bodies
curled up next to each other breathing in
the warm melodic beats, the moon and stars
hovering over our beautiful brown skin,
gentle fingertips pressed against chiseled
cheeks, sky grey eyes shining in sight,
as our heartbeats swayed at ease in
seamless rhythms.  Your love was the
jazzy saxophone player playing his
harmonic sounds over a summer
enchantment, drumbeating trombones
marching in glorious motion, snares
and drums rumbling in brilliant blue
scenes.  I never thought I'd see the day
that you walked out of my life and told
me that you never want to see me again.
Your heart had moved on with the wind
and the cool rising seas.  I was no longer
your serenity, the masterpiece that made
your world a brighter light.  And as I
replayed every single world, how it's brutal
diction cut deep inside my soul, how
everything made no sense, how when I
walked into the bedroom, I could see
the shadows of your faded love lingering
in the air.

I have tried over and over to mend the
broken pieces of a shattered love, rough
scarred hands cracking in the center of
chaos, twisting and turning, stretched
and stabbed, a banging beginning hovering
over nothing, as my eyes twitched back
and forth, trying to understand why the
waves of your love wouldn't settle down.
The whipping wind was beating my soul
into submission, drumming its slashed
rhythms upon my frame, dizzy vowels
smeared and struggling in black cold
rivers, while I stared at the ripped
portrait painting of us hanging on the
stained wall, smoky hues running off
course, crashing and undone,
unrecognizable negatives shifting
beneath wronged worlds.  I could see
your rusted brown eyes in my mind,
how every single shape sifted inside
blackened light, blurred, flooding gray,
a dying moon lingering in the sky.
I thought I could paint over your scratchy
surface and turn you into an astonishing
masterpiece.  But the more I gazed at
the scarlet blazed brushstrokes,
how their shadowed existence diminished
in the dark, how hard its surface stung
my flesh, I knew that everything between
us had vanished over the horizon.

When I think about the possibilities of
you and me being together, my heart
rises in high vowels, heavy desires,
a midnight passion burning in and out.
Hypnotic seduction takes over my mind,
as I rub my hands through your soft
shoulders and chiseled chests, embracing
the warmth and serenity inside your soul.
I want to feel your inner strength and
weakness, the little things inside your
frame that creates divine inventions,
seamless masterpieces, thick veins and
angles full of depth and deep poetry.
Your brown eyes are all that I need,
an intoxicating horizon that shines
over the mountains, a beautiful melody
I could listen to throughout the changing
seasons.

Your labyrinth of kinetic chemistry ignites
desire inside my soul, shimmering brown
eyes a wave of passion seducing my flesh,
honey brown cheeks a hypnotic place of
brilliant dreams, enticing kingdoms, soft
lips a maze of escapes burning my body,
as I run my hands through your smooth
thick dreads.  A lover's harmonic melody
sifts inside my mind, timeless highs
and moonlight skies, mega beats and super
bassline drums sparking my veins.  I want
to embrace the rhythm of your **** inside
of me, sweet sounds and emotions rising
all over me, fire building and boiling with
lust, secrets unlocked, jazzy glow, neon
lights under the beautify sky, while I
lay in your arms and feel the ocean of
poetry soar inside my heart.

Back when we used to record
sensual songs in the studio,
adrenaline beats rising in a ray
of waves, sweet rich sounds
filled with so much energy.
I could feel the rhythm of your
warm seas soaked in juicy
fluids spark my soul.  
The delicious chemistry
touching everywhere down
to the depths of my existence,
soft liquid syllables sifting
inside my milky bronze skin,
as your melanin hands harmonized
with my vivacious cheeks,
head spinning vocals reaching outer
midnight dimensions of high climaxes.