He was the glorious poem
inside my mind, the muse
in the moonlight that made
me shine, divine intellect,
sublime truth rising into the
sky, his existence on the surface
of my world. I could feel
his touch on my lips – rejuvenating,
romanticizing, each spinning
shift captivating my soul.
I wanted the rhythm of his
high seas to stream
into my harbor, to listen
to his luminous lyrics
stretch across the hallways
of my heart, hip twisting jams
swaying, pumping bass,
his smooth canvas an exquisite
masterpiece I envisioned opening
up to me, all bare and dripping
luscious chemistry. To twirl
my fingers inside his dreadlocks,
inhale the starlight equations
roaming through his realm,
the broad inventions beyond
infinity, vibrant lines, reverberating
rewinds, incandescent horizons,
surprising symmetry, super basslines
slaying in various lifetimes.
His essence sifting inside my skin,
as I marveled at his glow,
his fluorescent flow, his thoughts
on the bridge of my cheeks,
his emotions on the river
of my streets. I loved his
riveting roadmap – the stops,
exits, and side turns, blazing
crossways and steep hills,
the sudden movements in his
stance, the good loving in his
romance, the million shades
of deep brown running through
his skin, all finger-licking fresh,
thrilling fun. His slamming
rock and roll, the good times
whirling around on the ground,
drunken brown eyes lost in dizzy
funk, his out of control spins
and turns making my muscles
rise in delight, swelling thighs,
electrifying mouth, all of me
surfing inside his vast oceans.
