The Glory

So…

I’m tryina figure out
Why and how
I like the way
You do that lil thang
With your mouth..
The way you
Turn the corners upward
So gently
Yet, persuasively exerting
My soul to display happiness.
How do you do that?!
I don’t even think you mean to
You
Just sweetly close your eyes
Let your head fall back
As your body succumbs
To the relaxation
Of the conversation
We’re engaged in.
And no matter how well-prepared I am,
Nothing can ever be suitable enough
To shield my heart from the flames
That explode
When the sides of your cheeks implode
And your top lip runs away
From the bottom one.
You know, I’ve always thought the sun
To dynamically blaze
In shades of red, orange and yellow
But, mannnnn,
The cocaine-white rays that you expose
Put that ball of fire to shame.
See, It’s invisible
When positioned next to you.
And, yeah, I’m well-aware that you shine bright
As an individual,
But once your smile has graced my thoughts,
Nothing is more residual.

So, smile for me.

-phenomenalwoman original.

Toxic

i'll swallow my drink of death

and let it digest

so that manifest,

our love can rest.

...

black

is the color my depressed soul has worn

with dark, opaque jewels

my crown is adorned.

from what they see,

to you is shown more;

internal conflict,

outright war.

our consciences battle

for final control

our hearts take over-

FINALLY, self-control,

but haunting

are the truths i know.

you said i am your first

will be your last,

but i feel i'm not your only.

i'm scared

terrified

i need consoling.

help me

i'm crying

baby please hold me

i'm hurting concerning

what i thought i'd forgiven.

...

tell me it's not true

lets continue living

as lovers

but best friends

above the afore mentioned.

"it's not true, baby"

is what would please

but my eyes won't let me believe.

i see

clearly

that you love her equally

and it's all my fault

the way you share thoughts

with she

desperately

waiting to seek

admiration

and hope

to pull her

from her downward slope.

to anyone else

she's a normality;

they walk around

and step over her casually.

no one knows

her beauty

like you and me,

no one unveils her truths

the way you speak;

how you caress the pen so gently,

smooth strokes of "Notion"

expand the sheets

-much like ours last night-

of paper

with devotion.

silently,

you explain to me

the importance of what you've

written,

why it's poetry-

and totally,

i agree.

gifted, you are

in sharing expressions

to excite internally

to invigorate

to captivate

to motivate

and appreciate

whole-heartedly,

but where does that

leave room for me?

who do i tell

the days you're not there

to warm me like you do

the one whom with you i share?

i was here first.

don't you see?

i need you.

i need you more than she!

i need you here,

here beside me

and only me.

please?

...

in your eyes, i'm the best,

much better

than anyone else.

i'm just what you want

-supporting her and you,

realizing there's no longer

just us two.

so, forever my wretchedness

will remain taboo.

...

i'll swallow my drink of death

and let it digest

so that manifest,

our love can rest.

Creme de la Creme

ooh.

the one with jeans

straight-legged

my soul, bled

as he read

on the stage from which he

performed.

whispered to myself

as i snapped

and clapped hands

acquiescent to this gift said:

"Dark Chocolate

sweet tea,

got me

lusting for he

for we

could it be

a possibility?

it's more than sexy

the way he walks

into the room

shoulders broad

beautiful 32's-

Nothing like beautiful teeth.

But the way his lips

curl across his face

makes more than a smile,

it's like sunshine

with grace.

never thought a member of

this human race

could even LOOK to taste

so good.

...he's offstage.

could?

should?

would i

extend a touch

to inform of much

love?"

a hand

-his hand-

reaches my shoulder and then

fantasies

of where else it could be...

quick snap back to reality

or excitement would be

all over me

and this seat.

................

making his way around the crowd

feelings cry loud.

.he's so charming.

it's so captivating

ingratiating

how he shakes hands

gives hugs, kisses

on cheeks

i, wishing they were for me

and me ONLY.

he looks through

the multitude

of spectators;

why flee?

i let our eyes meet

he winks

at me

smiling nervously.

"could it be

that those wonderful

tools for vision

were searching for mine?

but why?

why me?

in this whole place of 133

who may just love he

and his poetry

as equally

as i?"

................

*gasp*

once again,

on my shoulder,

the hand

"you're whispering to yourself"

he quietly said.

.how embarrassing.

"no, not really

because i can stop

all of your wondering..."

.man, he smells good.

instantly i remembered

that those tools of vision

were for looking into my soul

to know what i was thinking

what i felt

how my weakness

for him

was for no one else.

i know that i can

kiss him

hug him

lick him

LOVE him

ultimately because

this,

this gem is MY man

and no one could ever

love him more than me

-not EVER, unconditionally.

More Than Woman

curvacious form

endowed with hips

to perfectly fit

my voluminous lips

that one craves to kiss

comely face

amidst elegance and grace

but still there's more to me

i'm a woman beyond what you see

................

understand

that past my peck

lies deep respect

never giving thought to

defamation

or a breach

i'm a woman of CLASS

i construct with my speech

which is composed of much more

than rustic terms

i'm a WELL-EDUCATED woman

i yearn to learn

................

keep in mind

these eyes that sparkle

prompting visions of night's sky

they're what make me whole

they're the window to my soul

i long to assist others to

comprehend His name

i'm a VERY SPIRITUAL woman

preaching God's word keeps me sane.

detrital companions

nearly transformed my heart

but i'm a woman of STRENGTH

and of my life

you became a part

................

you see,

my charm

wit

and my spirit

are not all that complete

but you

that look past my thighs

and consider what's between them

obsolete

when in comparison to what i think

yes, you who support and promote

whatever i dream

who has and will continue to

give any and everything

you, whose intelligence and dapper

i compliment so vehemently

you are worthy of the title "My King"

for you are the reason i am

"A woman phenomenally,

Phenomenal woman, that's me."