He misses me Like I missed him Once upon a time And I remember asking God What was I doing wrong The silence was golden Yet loud simultaneously I could hear the heart beat Of my love carousing through My body from head to foot Remembering the prayer That I spoke in earnest petition A man after God's heart Who would know how to treat the woman Of God's heart And love her unconditionally He misses me Like I missed him Once upon a time

My natural woman My spirit woman She wants the same thing To be recognized Loved Held Respected By a man The natural man The spirit man She says she wants him To be one The same So she waits He knocks Doors open Windows too So much goodness Overflowing And she wonders They listen Fast Steady Eyes shut Heart opened Sounds strange at first Those words spoken We remember a spirit man Sees me woman like God Sees his daughter And we smile

Rain Dance

I thought about him often
Today but never did I follow
Through
Kept my mind occupied
With those daily tasks I had to do
And as the hours of travail
My preoccupations once again
Brought his face into view
I savored the moment
As I commuted by foot
To get to the train
Walking and signing
Umbrella in hand protection
From the rain
I glance across the street
Checking for signs of permission
And there he was my grown woman crush
He's so handsome
Athletic strong and gentle
Activism runs through his veins
Giving off a passionate aura
That energy we exchange
Our eyes met
Our smiles radiated
I waited almost paralyzed in that space
He approached and I was stuck
Between two forces
But I didn't lose my shape
I felt in that moment of eternity
That we were lovers kept apart
For one season too long
And then he stepped
On the curb
Lowered himself to greet
Me under my umbrella
I saw it coming or so I thought
That greeting on the cheek
But he my crush
Planted that pressing on my lips
While squeezing me!

There's A Warrant

I want God to arrest me

to seize me and stop my madness

by his legal right as my creator

to grab a hold of me

keeping me in his custody

for an eternity of goodness

love and protection

I want God to arrest me

to attract me to His essence

like a bumblebee is drawn to 

nectar smells emanating from a

flower growing out of a rock

I want God to arrest me
fix me for the future

that I might be engaged

involved and excited

attentive to the things of

humanity

I want God to arrest me

to check me

to slow me down and check 

my course

that my forward progress

would lead me to success

straight and narrow

I want God to arrest me

to control the activity

of my mind and my body

that my soul might go on

to find it's peaceful place in

the midst of any storm.   

Arrested

I want him in my life
My everyday
The every other word
Described
Using vernacular never repeated

With the exact same meaning
Because my vocabulary
Is just that large
Making me a dictionary
Of love giving
Poetry composed of
Melodies that soothes
Babies, beasts
Bad boys and bitches
People screaming for attention
I want him in my life
My everyday
To keep me
Arrested

Peeping Out

Keeping my eyes on the prize
When the only way I can see it
Shine is when they're shut
Because my optic nerve
Electrified has captured

The illumination
Through the lens of sight
One last time
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Laughter of a different kind
Found in the
Vitreous humor
My smile is vision
Helping me make informed decisions
I'm a pupil of life
Iris pays attention
While lens flexes muscle
To keep the prism of
Perspective's precision
Keeping my eyes on the prize
When the only way I can see it
Shine is when they're shut!

Vital One

So many questions I want to ask
Yet only one is vital
Because we've talk about so many
Things in between
Music, poetry, sex and titles

You see we're both artist in
Our own rite
Been through relationships
Enough to write a book
Or two
But when we collaborate
We be talking partnership
Like getting outta debt
Sailing on ships
Flying on planes
Staying focused
Living in our lane
And on our own
With house and land
Built with mutual understanding
Adoration and intrique
He sees what I need
And can provide
Because what I long for most
Is to be squeezed and kissed
Sending my hormones and passion
On a magic carpet ride
Talking about settling down in more
Ways than one
Just to be aligned
With love at the center
Music, poetry, sex and titles
When I move closer
To him
Will we spend more time together?
Diva.D

Captive

You had me held in your maze
Before you knew my inspection
Reflection
I took one look at your photograph
And lost my train of thought
I was starstruck
For you became my celebrity
Instantly
And then
I saw you
Standing before me
Center stage
And I wanted you
To hear your words
Stroking my ear drums
Like your fingers
Manipulate strings
To make melodies
I wanted to take you home
With me on paper or discs
Elation
Invitation
You took me home with you instead
Leftover chicken and conversation
The moon was high
We watched movies of other stars
Until sleep took over
We lay with closed eyes
And opened arms
Warm embraces
Cuddle style
With the morning sun
We were one in artist spirit
And I became a groupie
But now it seems that you can't
Get enough of me!

The Last Mile

I slept so close to him
In that twin size bed
That I dreamt
I was alone instead
His body heat made me sweat
And then it lulled me to sleep
Just lying there juxtaposed
Me to him
Him to me
Brilliant intimacy
Peaceful rest
Soft pillows
Moist lips
And a strong embrace
A few sensous moments
On two brown faces.

Before

I got happy when I heard him say
In another thirty minutes he'd be on the way
I had been patient more than a can admit
But I believed that one day soon would be it
I prepared myself for his arrival
From the simplest things to the fantastical
And when I had him in my sights
We drew nigh unto one another and squeezed tight
His lips are full the Black man kind
Kissing him is always on my mind
Spending quality time with him
Is my heart's desire for to me he's a gem
He did that, crossed miles wrapped in hours
To show up on my door step with living flowers

Too Many Miles

Love and distance
Not a comfy fit
Gives me cause to cry
So I find myself a corner
And shed tears 'til
I feel better
I feel better
I'm reminded someone
Loves me miles away
It's good though
However I long for a touch
To go with that love
Sitting on my cloud
Of ambiguity
I know I'm worthy
But love and distance
Not a comfy fit

Uncovered

I just want to strip you

Remove the covering off of you

That she left

Designed only to destroy

I just want to strip you

Like the fruit of the watermelon

Once removed only leaves a rind

Useless pieces discarded

I just want to strip you

Of your clothing because they

Only have you confused

As to what you and I are supposed to do

I just want to strip you

Of the false and expose

Your true essence

Like turpentine

Reveals the real hue of the wood

Free of varnish

I just want to strip you

So I can enjoy you

My Natural Man

Journey of The Pen

I held you in my hand

I thought I had you all to myself

And then it happened

I went to sleep 

Lost my grip

Before I knew what had transpired

You were gone on a short trip

The course we started on has

taken us in separate directions

And yet I live

For the words we wrote

Have now taken on a different path

They've been made audible

Some signals too low

And others too high

But someone gets

This journey that we are on

For they are suitable travelling buddies

Progress of the pen leads a poet to passage

That connects the past to the present 

Ascribing a future

That only penholders get

The pen

Is my best character witness

Held in anyone's hand

An instrument for writing

Drawing and scribbling

Life is my paper

Ink has the strength of blood

It's serious

Just as important as rivers of water

Detachable metal penpoints

The writer flows a vernacular

Sweet, sexy, strong

And sentimental

Journey of the Pen

Poetry is My Love

I can think of so many reasons
To answer the why
Of just why do I love poetry
Poetry had a thing for me before
I could string a sentence
Prepare a phrase
Stand a stanza
Vibe a verse
Or turn a page
I tell you poetry has loved me
Before the age
And when he sat me down
To teach me how to love him back
I smiled with relief
Because I realized he was going to
Be the man for me for all my life
You see poetry gives me the feeling
Of bliss totally everyday
He tells me I can tell him everything
That's on my heart or on my mind and all my concerns
Poetry is like God 
He never leaves me or
Thinks I'm overreacting
Or emotionally out of control
Poetry knows me inside out
When I'm awake or sound asleep
Loves me like he made me
Caresses me tenderly
And matures me magically
When poetry holds my hand we pen words
That sometimes only he and I can understand
I can cry, shout, rant and rave on paper and out loud
And he gets me most often and when he doesn't
There's no storming out or slamming doors
Poetry just brings me more paper
A microphone
A stage
A soapbox
And so much more
Poetry is my love
He whispers words of mesmerizing melodies
Blows in my ear
And bites me on my neck
When he has me at his will
He moves in closer and kisses me on my lips
I exhale to be inhaled
And revived
Poetry reminds me how loved I am
Life is wonderful
I'm glad that I'm alive
Still when cloudy days come
Trying to leave the blues on my doorstep
Powerful prose presents itself
I get my strength
Stand tall and reflect
I'm a force
A word warrior
Poetry has my back
And these are just a few good reasons why I love Poetry like that.

If my tears could talk

I'm standing at the table
Telling pages of my life
Like how I came to be here
Amongst this crowd
And as I reminisce
And reflect
The wells of water mixed with salt
Are rising in my eyes
The tears I shed
Are silent
Without words or sounds
But if they had a voice
They'd tell you not to worry
Because I follow a course set
In motion
By the God of all gods
The tamer of the oceans
Every drop is unique
Has it's own name
But not a verb
A noun
Or adjective
The walk I walk is backed
Up by the promise talked
I am but a vessel designed by
Sovreignity

Love Letters Returned

I write him everyday
Words that say
How much I love and adore him
In so many ways
I lick a stamp
Seal an envelope
Leave my aroma
And lip print
So he's sure to get
My essence
Transatlantic
I don't inspire him
I write him everyday
Dying the paper
With ribbons of life
Yet drops of blood
Touch him not
My heart is on the brink
Of explosion
From working to hard
His disdain is giving my poetry
A literary blood clot
I don't inspire him yet
I write him everyday
Love letters marked return to sender
No such address

Eyes On Me

I need to see you
From the inside out
Because the you I lay my eyes on daily
Can't be all you're about
There's got to be something
Ruminating deep down within
From love to life
You can't be full of empty
Thoughts
Lust and havoc
I need to see you
A lot
Past the eyes of you
A little deeper
Into the heart of you
Where I can grab a hold
To the hands of your being
So we can walk together
Get somewhere
And be stranded
Dependent
Attached to each other
Over covered
Protected
Connected delicately
Sincerely
Without influence
From the turbulent ones
Who would have us
At odds with one another
Whirling around in a mess
Instead of frolicking
In our garden of bliss
I need to see you
Because I can't stand to be
On this plateau without you
Another eternity longer
That's what time feels like
When you're far removed from me
And spatial reasoning won't bring
You near
Closer in proximity to my current
Atmosphere
I need to see you
As if staring into the sun
Only blinds me to my own faults
And helps me see you
As naked truth
Because I am
Lost with you as I am lost without you
I need to see you
Like the moon sun and stars
Rise and set in unison
Hang out in the heavens
Ajar
Celestial planets
Giving off heat and energy
Radiant rays of radiance
For all to admire
Falling from the sky
As meteors
Balls of rock glass and fire
I need to see you
Like a bandit robs
For the shear pleasure
Of a simple complex thrill
And
A hitman kills because he gets paid to
And a bounty hunter hunts the wanted
To bring 'em back dead or alive
I need to see you
So I can survive

Get Over You, Get Over Me!

Someone somewhere is trying
To get over me
Like I'm trying to
Get over him
Not because of hurt
Inflicted
But by things
Predicted
You see we just weren't
Meant to be
Not this lifetime
Season or realm
No matter how we tried
To twist and interwine
Oil and water
Just don't mix
One additive added to
Another sometimes
Just dilutes
We both can shine
With perfect balance
One out of four seasons
Is all it takes
But we forever
Were out of sync
Somewhere someone is trying
To get over me
Like I'm trying to get over him
But the dj's have a conspiracy
Against us for they
Keep playing that
Song, that melody
That relights the flame
Rekindles a fire
Inside you, inside me
Which brings about
A revisit
To a pound of pleasure
An infection
With no cure
A pill, a needle
A transfusion
I don't know the long
Term remedy
But I'm hopeful
That rescue is not too far gone
For the need is obvious
We're spinning around
On our axis
Lost yet found
We are the center
Of synergy
Somewhere someone is trying
To get over me
Like I'm trying to get over him!

Green As Love

If love is like money
How are you spending it honey
Are you constantly experiencing lack
Because when applying
Shopping strategies your
Senses are whacked
There's nothing wrong with a potential mate
Having something to offer long term besides dinner dates
Quality time is how you build interest
Put your heart where you put your funds
In the bank of your consciousness
So passion can
Appreciate in value
Stop spending your time in nonsense ways
And invest into effecting those you care for everyday
With meaningful acts of love and kindness
A caress, a kiss and a hug
Simple devotion
Profitable returns.

A Good Man

From his head down
To the soul of his feet
He's got to be more in
Love with God
Than he's infatuated
With me
I have to know he has
A knowledge of his
Self worth in the scheme of
Life
How he holds up under
Pressure is a concern
Of mine
How he values living
And respects time
There's so much excitement
Passion and ecstasy left
To explore
Holding on to me while
I travel the spiritual realm
Takes more than muscle
To come along for the ride
Some days are feather light
We roll, glide and fly
And always we are love
Peace and serenity!

I Miss You

He said some words to me
He wishes he could take back
I said some things
That I can say again and again
I loved him from the beginning
Was connected in my dreams
Just seemed as though that was
Too much for him to comprehend
Admitting that love for spirit
Could be so eloquent
Through time and space
Transcend
Now he misses me and I don't know him.

Spiritual Strategy

Gotta make a change
In selection process
You know a new approach
For success
Been focused on the wrong
Substance
Hoping to find a King
For a Queen
Always left with a little bit
Of a mess
Direct result of
Counseling with the flesh
Sat down
Had a conversation
With myself
Jesus held the pen
And God did all the talking
I woke up from
My dream conference
And now what's left
Is for me to get to walking
Implementing
Starting with a new set
Of question
What's your take
On God, universe or Spirit
Have you been baptized by water
Washed in the blood
Filled with Holy Ghost power
Have you taken responsibility
For your own sinful actions
Or are you still maturing
Running in place
With no traction
I'm not professing to be
A saint but I know who I am
In the Heavenly realm
So you can answer
With the truth or you can evade
But whatever the case
I'm going to be ahead
Spritual strategy
Trinity unity
Ride or die
In the end we fly
Jesus, God and I.

Nurturer

Nurturing is just something that
all women have the propensity
to do
Now who she is and how she has
become the woman she is
dictates
just how well she
Nurtures
some of us do it so well
that we got stories to tell
of how we raised children
we didn't birth
How we mentored little boys
who walk the earth
as well balanced
good loving
intelligent men
How we cultured the little
pearl of a princess
who now parades
the stage of life
like a model
an angel
a wife.

Nurturing is just something that
all women have the propensity
to do
we can provide
nourishment
for the mental
the physical
the emotional
and the spiritual
We feed the body with well cooked meals
simple to complex
women 
support
and encourage
the babies of generations
with our love
training
education
and development
to foster life giving spirits
to promising
poets
teachers
and musicians.

If It Could

Money can't buy you love
It can however create an atmosphere
That feels like bliss
So now she has a house
A car and a man she rally can't stand
All because he thought
Dollar bills
Would give her thrills and chills
She's getting gratification
And he has a false sense of passion
She plays him real good
He manipulates just to own her love
And she reciprocates long enough
To satisfy his libido
Giving her another favor for his pleasure
She's a modern day gold digger
He's drowning in a sea of misconceptions
Not recognizing shallow water
Money can't buy you love
It can however create an atmosphere
That feels like bliss.

Feel Me

Feel me
When I speak as if my tongue
Just touched your cheek sending
That right sensation to your intellectual
Perception
Letting you know
How completely
Aware
I am
Feel me
As I palm you with my pen
Again and again
Examining the palpitations
Of your heart
From across the room
Influencing
Your next thought
Of me and you
Connected
Feel me
When I speak

I Never Lied

I never lied
Told it as I felt it
I like a man fit
Muscled
Athletic
Because I plan to move
Stay active
All the days of my life
I want to run, leap, fly
And swim with love
Not be buried with the burden
That comes with carrying
The love that's not shared, divided
Or reciprocated
I never lied
Told it as I liked it
I like a teddy bear of a man
Fit
Is it possible
He can dance me around
The room
And sweep me off my feet
But will I be comfortable
In loving that much man
I never lied
Told it as I know me
Changing at my own pace
It's a new season
I want to experience
That passion denied
Because of stereotypes
Implied
Being held by a love
Potion that is as sweet
As it is warm
I never lied
Told it as I see it
When I open my eyes
In the morning
Words are eloquent
Strong and romantic
But past the tongue
Vision speaks
I gotta like the
Man I see everyday of our
Newfound history
I never lied

Air Balloon

I keep trying to love
Let go
Let God
Have this relationship
That doesn't exist between the two
Of us
But the less I try to love
The harder opening up
To the reality seems to get
The more I esteem him
The madder I become
That I can't shed him
Like hair fell from our cat
On the floor
On my sweater
In the middle of winter
I'm not playing games
With him or with my heart
I've stood naked in my emotions
Completely exposed
Right down to my pretty brown skin
Verbs, adjectives, nouns
And moles
I know God hears me so the plan
Must be more than I can comprehend
So for this moment
I'm going to let him rest in the
Corners of my recesses while God
Works on me
Lest I digress
To hostile intent.

The Burden of Love

Started out a mustard seed
Small and strong in spice
Just enough to pump a heart
Make it skip a beat
Lose some sleep
Time has taken a quantum leap
And now my love is this
Enormous heap
A mound of coal
Weighing heavy
Heavier on my soul
I've been enamored
Infatuated
Blissed
Other days a total mess
My love is a wheelbarrow's load
A mule's bent back
An oxen's yoke
This passion of mine
Has become a burden
I can't unload
A heave
Or a hoe
Love keeps up with me
Wherever I go
Futile it seems I can't lose it
Misplace it
Or leave it there
On his porch
The front seat of his car
In a picture frame
Of hanging from the first
Bright star
He won't help me
Break this down
Into tangible, manageable, bearable charms
My love is a burden
Once a mustard seed strong.

She Wants Pt.3

She wants to discover things with you that add delight to life. She wants to uncover nuggets of you that make her stand in awe and not bend in despair. She wants love.

She wants you to know that it's not always about the money. She's willing if you're willing. She wants communication.

She wants him to know that sometimes it's only about the journey with you and nothing else. 

She wants him to know that some moments she just wants to be held because the warmth of his body signifies strength and love no words needed.

She wants to be the reason you smile at the very least the thought that brings a gleam and a sparkle to your eyes.

She wants you to know that the thin line between love and hate does still exist. And although she won't kill you she makes you wish she had.

She wants to hear you state how you can love her like she needs to be loved not how you can handle her, women were designed with love and passion according to God's heart. 

She wants you to know that the thought of you and the sound of your voice do excite her but after the initial conversation the residual of you is a mind numbing pain in the heart. She wants more....

Love Shaked and Speared

My love for him is Shakespearean

Like how many times will he try to kill me

With his sugar coated lies

And empty senseless alibis

I died often

At my own hand

But I keep bringing me

Back

Like curtain calls

And encores

When his performance is

Far below mediocre

I want more

Substance must be added

He’s theatrical

Or maybe it’s me

Shakespearean

An inward drama

With lights

Whistles

Bells and bold colors

He’s comical

Sometimes I just shake my

Head

Knowing full well I want

To slap him

Full swing

Like left hook

Knockout punch

He’s satirical

Trying to confuse my

Love

Killing me softly

Using irony

Sarcasm or ridicule

To denounce

Me

Exposing my heart

To capture like vice grips and

Annihilate

My love for him is Shakespearean

Like how many times will he try to kill me

Before I die

With permanence.

She Wants (rough draft)

She wants quality time with you that involves her being the center of your attention. She wants to be your revolution starting point. She wants to be your pivot. She wants to keep your head spinning. She wants….
She wants a man she can follow who leads with logic, facts, reason & integrity. She wants an upright man. She wants a god man. She wants….
She wants him to protect her. She wants him to want to provide for her. She wants him to fix what she can’t. Sometimes she wants him to just be there, standing by. She wants…
She wants his word to be the tie that binds. She wants his words to touch her heart with his truth. She wants a promise kept. She wants a promise keeping man. She wants….
She wants to feel like her world is made better by being with him. She wants to be able to say her world is better because of him. She wants better. Bring her better! She wants……
She wants him mighty to stand all around her and at the same time in front of her with confidence. She wants him mighty in valor and character. She wants…
She wants his love to be full & effectual. She wants his love to be faithful, loyal and trustworthy. She wants…
She wants to see through his eyes to his inner man as though he is transparent yet crystal clear. She wants….
She wants to love him like she never thought she could love anybody else besides her own flesh, poetically!
She wants to think like him yet stay feminine like God created her. She wants to be high like His thoughts, out of reach! She wants…
She wants to be so into Him that she’s lost to the world. She wants to be so meshed in Him that the line is invisible. She wants….
She wants a mate she can trust and follow. She wants security and certainty. She wants to sleep serenely. She wants all God has for her…
She wants to reside where angels glide. She wants to walk around heaven all day. She wants to sing and shout about God’s goodness. She wants….
She wants God’s peace. She wants God’s promises. She wants God’s power. She wants a man who wants the same of God. She wants…
She wants to be who God says she is. She wants what God says she can have. She wants God’s heart. She wants….
She wants to be in God’s purpose. She wants God’s passion. She wants to stand in God, for God and with God. She wants…
She wants to stand in God’s presence. She wants to kneel before His throne. She wants to hear Him speak. She wants….
She wants to be in God’s love. She wants to be God’s love. She wants God’s love. She wants to be in God’s word. She wants to be God’s word….
She wants to wait on God. She wants to be still in God. She wants to move in God. She wants…
She wants God’s peace. She wants to share God. She wants a mate dedicated to God’s kingdom. She wants a mate prepared to lead. She wants…
She wants to be overwhelmed by His spirit. She wants to understand His message. She wants to get as much of Him she can stand! She wants…
She wants him to understand her insecurities without taunting her. She wants him to hold her. She wants…
She wants to see his love. She wants to feel his love. She wants his love to be an action. An adjective. A verb…
She wants love to be the totality of him. She wants love to be a noun, him!
She wants to know they’re a match made in heaven, literally, figuratively in the mind of God. She wants know his spirit by His spirit. She wants….
She wants his hands in her hair like His hands counts and numbers every strand. She wants his caress as much as she needs His breath of life. She wants…..
She wants the burden of love to be so easy that it’s as light as a feather. She wants love to be mutual in intensity. She wants…
She wants to hold him up with her right hand while her write hand holds him down on the paper that is the captor of her poetry! She wants to scribe their love story. She wants…
She wants to laugh, cry, dance and rejoice with him without losing step or skipping a beat. She wants to be the words to his melody. She wants his melody to be her song. She wants…
She wants awesome. She wants awesomeness to be her best friend. She wants to say her man is awesome. She wants him to be her best friend. She wants……
She wants mutual understanding. She wants solidarity. She wants you. She wants…

Tall, Dark & Handsome

I remember when I was in love
with a man I never wanted to be
without
but alas he didn't cut for me like that
he was a gentleman
dedicated, kind and giving
so many good characteristics
and attributes that made
release quite hard
the sight of him took my breath
away
and even right now as I pen this prose
my chest is tightening
from the kind of passion
the Shakespeare spoke about
wrote about
executed
I had to save myself
admitted to myself
that I deserved to be loved like I love
if not harder.

She Wants Pt. 1

She wants you to see her as a crystal glass and then we'll work on whether or not you perceive her as half full or half empty. She wants a man who understands emotions.

She wants you to know that flaws make me unique however you have to have an appreciation for real quality leather, vintage items and diamonds in the raw to get me. She wants him who sees like God sees.

She wants to share a truth with you that she has made some mistakes but those haven't killed her just scarred her and raised her standards for the future.

She wants him to know that remembering the good times only when it's convenient is not the way to strengthen this kind of relationship.

She wants you to know that she's singlehandedly handling things because God is still working on her man. She wants the hand of the man perfect for her.

She wants and needs a man who realizes that the both of us are pillars of strength brought together to hold up, build up and lift up each other and a nation!

She wants to know what he is thinking because if he really knew her he'd be right here already, center stage holding her heart.

She wants him to know that although he took many things from her he still didn't kill her which means she still has dreams, drive, desire, determinination and Deity. It's a done deal, destiny.

She wants you to know that there is still room in her life for some firsts. She wants....

She wants it known that she's faked loving just like she's faked orgasms. A maximum facade.

She wants you to know that tolerance and patience are two different types of acceptance but they both run out eventually.

She wants you to know that persecution is real and that her trust in God's appointed new beginning is where her enduring hope resides.

She wants you to know that being a woman of God is not easy and is not for all women but it is totally rewarding in a plethora of ways.

She wants to put her all on the altar and leave it there. The good, the bad, and  the indifferent trusting God to sift and perfect. She wants....

She wants him to look her in the eyes and know already because God has looked him in the eyes and revealed her to him. She wants....

She wants you to know that fighting for love is not something Queens do, however she will fight to protect and keep the hearts involved as long as she perceives the love true and worthy.

She wants you to know that she has no idea how long she's waited, how long she'll wait or if she's even waiting. Right now she just is...being.

She wants you to know that she loves with every inch of her being and that's what makes this moment in love the good fight that it is. She wants to more than win she purposes to keep. It's not a game. She wants....

She wants you to know that letting go of that one thing was the hardest decision she's had to make in a very long time. She wants you to feel her passion with every fiber of your being because that's how she loves you!

She wants to please God in the belief that her deliverance from a situation lies in His word that she is the prize worthy of much!

She wants him to know that as a woman of God, mature in Spirit and flesh there are some things she won't compromise.

She wants him to understand that knowing and doing and getting are all separate but work wonders together.

She wants you to know that she's waiting on you and she stay waiting until you show up because she's not willing to settle for mediocre when she can have royalty! She wants....

She wants you to know that the "S" on her t-shirt stands for; Saved, Smart, Sexy & Straight! She wants to share the abundant life with you.

That's How

I just want to kiss
You again and again
Once
For morning
Noon, midnight
To let you feel the heat
Of this passion I carry
To silence your voice
When love is all that matters
And over frivolous things
You tarry
I just want to kiss you
With a vacuum like
Intensity
Whereas it feels like
Life is being sucked from me
And in the same instance
Resuscitation
Breathing
Resumes
I just want to kiss you
Standing still
Knees bent
Falling over
And the only strength
I have is wrapped up in
Your arms
Holding me.

She Wants

She wants to be able to talk to him about her shoes, her hair, her clothes, her dreams and know he cares just because it's important to her.

She wants to be held by the hand or the waist when they walk down the street. She wants it to be understood that she's his woman and he's her man, without words. She wants.....

She Wants

She wants a man she can talk to about anything. She wants him to understand that the best thing he can do for her at that moment is just listen and smile. She wants just a little compassion. 

She wants his senses to be one hundred percent
Manly
But sensitive enough to be in tune
With the rhythm of her heart and soul.
She wants his senses to be her senses that they make sense to no one else except each other.
She wants to be so close to him that their brain waves
Connect with out verbal beats of their esophagus.
She wants to be so close to him that her goose bumps get goose bumps when she dreams about him during the day and in her nights.
She wants to be so close that the hairs on her skin hold hands with the hairs on his skin.
She wants.....

Truth

I know I'm in love with his essence
His character
My perception of his nobleness
I feel special in that my life in that moment
Is unique
My heart spins around
In my chest
From bliss
The silence we share
Is just as golden as the laughter
And the social studies episodes
That we discuss based on our
Experiences
I know I'm in love with his essence
Because it radiates off of me
When my lips part to speak his name
To tell of a story of the three night getaway
I want to tell him so many things
That come to the forefront of my mind
And at the same time I want to keep my secrets
Just a little while longer

Lastly

I never believed in love at first sight
I still don't but I promise when I saw
His face on that open mic poster
I swooned, for a second, I know
And then it started
I began a strategy
To make my free time
About him
Without divulging this
Synchronicity
To anyone, not even my mom
Laugh out loud
Then the appointed day and the hour
I saw him, I saw him perform
I heard him, I heard him sing
I wanted, I wanted a piece of him
I settled, I settled for a melodic memory
Until
Until the next time I saw him at another
Venue
It was there that I knew what I had to do
Introductions, smiles and purposeful plans
To connect again
And we did
When he strokes his guitar
I'm the only one in the room
Not really but relatively
Understand it's my dream
My art, my poetry
It's all about him
It's all about me
And then he invited me over
Because he lived around the corner
Forty five minutes literally
I thought I'm gonna be a groupie
But there was only me
I pondered
I relaxed
We chatted, we ate, we revealed just a corner
Of ourselves
And then we fell asleep, peacefully
I liked that as much as I love him now

Periotte

Talking about him makes my eyes dance
My face is all aglow
I know how it affects me
On the inside
Warm and such
As she sat listening to the memories
Described she saw a twinkling
In my cornea
She smiled
Said to me
Him you need to see
All I could say was
"I agree"
So I'm marking my calendar
As I prose
Talking about him makes my heart
Stand on it's toes
You know the point at the bottom
When I paint and color and draw
The rendition on the paper of my soul
Of the love so natural when one encounters
Their soul mate of this season
The thought of laying next to him
Lulls my spirit
And I sleep a dreamers rest
Anticipating the day, the night
The moment I find myself in his presence
He makes me leap and twirl!

Blinded

From the corners of your smile
To the blood that runs through
Your veins
You are who you are
By any name
But the one given
Is filled with meaning
And you will always
Be hers
No matter what treason
Life affords
Guilt is a death grip until
One admits the truth
Unfaithfulness is a murderous
Weapon and if the blame can be
Put on the next
Denial is a life long cohort
No one's friend
But as God is the only witness
Necessary
He never has to own you
Because you belong to her
Until death you do part
To live again amongst
The clouds with our God.

Solo

I live alone
I don't like it
Anymore now than I did
When my children left me
For their summer breaks
And growing sojourns
But I'm mature enough to
Know this season is a study
Program of God's proportions
A ration at a time
I'm to learn of Him and how
I've come to be
It's deeper than the eye can see
We are dense, deep and complex
Yet easy as breathing
Inhale to exhale
A poetic prophetic phrase
For me first and then for those He
Sends this way.
I live alone
I don't like it
The silence is not my cup
Of serenity
But I hear God
Speak to my heart about the
Burdens of His children and reality
I alone cannot save the world
But in His hands I am a balm
Tangible and my words are His words
Spoken to bless, to comfort, console and confirm
By the light of the moon
An evening breeze
Peace and melodies
Soothe and appease the tension that torments
I am a current of God's transforming energy.
I live alone
I don't like it.

Sleeping is Sexy

Sleeping is sexy
Where else can you take someone
Into your personal space
And lay with them all night
Uninterrupted by anything or anyone
Daylight or moonlight

Sleeping is sexy
We’re suspended together
In a moment of infinite bliss
You take me
I take you
We do what we can, what we will

Sleeping is sexy
Voluntary body functions
Parts of us we control with
The greatest of staunchness
During our waking hours
Take over
And all our inhibitions are set free

Sleeping is sexy
You’re stronger and more confident
Of your sexuality when you sleep with me
And I reveal a side of me that
I’ve been charismatically hiding
Consciousness is the enemy of love
When we’re awake

Sleeping is sexy
Because we are natural
With our eyes closed
We leap over moons
Glide down galaxy slides
And land in crater sized pools
Of wetness.

Sleeping is sexy!

Crossing Paths

In the moment of any day
I meet a woman
Or a man
It is a chance to plant
To grow, nurture or inspire
Yet I never know if
Crossing paths
Are meant to last
Join together
Intertwine
Just align
Or simply be
Passerby blinks and smiles
Tomorrow comes
And you dance upon
My mind through words
On screens
Posts
Smells and
Deja views
I long to sit
With you for a spell
But alas it cannot be
For I have another task
Set before me
Crossing Paths

Washed By A Poet

When I spit
I spit lyrics
words of power
sentimental
serious
saliva
that takes the
dirt of the years
spoken
consistency like mud
and smoothly
hypothetically
quite possibly
changing the way
one sees
giving vision to dreams
where once was total darkness
blindness
a prism of emptiness
poetry smoothed
on the soul
new life in sight
When I spit.

Drive me baby I'm on the way Coming to you Been waiting, anticipating Running you through my reoccurring Daydreams I feel your breath and I'm stimulated Your lips felt as soft as they are full And your skin caresses my fingertips.

Crosses, Eggs & Baskets

My children have no Easter memories
Just what does that mean i ask Myself
I remember hair cuts and perms
Done by my hands
And specialized baskets
As well as generic five dollar ones
Random easter egg hunts
And coloring eggs
But just maybe it wasn't
An over done, over the top happening
Because I was simply trying to
 Keep them alive
So they could one day
Enjoy the Easter meaning for themselves
Independently
Of anybody else's incomplete
Definition
My children have no Easter memories
But they know their mother loves Them
and that's enough for me!

A rose of any color Won't compare to the hue Of you The thought of six or a dozen Makes me smile just because You do when you speak of Throwing pedals around the room Or on the floor leading to the bathroom Door My endorphins lunge and spin When I smell you All over my skin Long after I've boarded the Bus for home Watching you wave Bye to me and that smile Roses are lovely to look at But they don't compare to you Your aroma appeals to my sensual sensitivities And I can't wait to have you in my nasal Passageway again.

When Sex Matters

Sex doesnt always matter but often they're the best memorable moments I fight to rid myself of because aside from them you were just an awful choice. I connected my soul to you in more ways than one. I gave my all to you just short of the last breath that leaves the body on that final day. I used the same pen of my existence to affix my loving signature to a marriage certificate and on that termination day the pen of my existence scribbled the old name one more destructive time to reconstruct, remold and revive the woman that laid dormant on the altar of sacrifice and today inspite of the memories she lives!

If He Comes Up Missing

Two  girls talking
about the apple of a man
stuck in the others' eyesight.

Trying not to become
obsessed but it's too late
lovestruck by his warm
embrace she's romantic.

They devise a plan
to kidnap that man
giggles and calculating
while drinking Moscato.

That's all we're telling
two girls on a mission
for love.

Mazement

Love like white
White sheets of paper waiting for me
and my ink
Of melodic melodies
of words that turn into music notes
Once they're blended with the hums
Of your soul's desire that I read
When I gaze into your eyes.

Love pure
Like the rain that falls from
The clouds in the sky
Before being contaminated
By the thoughts and habits
Of humankind that's what I long
And yearn for when I rise in the
Morning, to see life with fresh eyes.

21/30

I saw him again the other day
And on purpose I entered his personal
Space
Not that it mattered
Because he welcomed me
With his warm, energetic embrace
It's uncanny how
He gets under my epidermis
Epically
A smile that resonates
Through me like it has a voice
His chest pressed
My hands full
With the chiseled effects
Of his abs
My hold of him
Is sinful
But I'm so satisfied
To have his aroma in my
Nostrils that I enhance it
Stretch it
Elongate it
Is that possible yet even a word
Girl you get the picture
I want him in my world
But I'm destined to be
His friend
I'm going to accept
That position
Just long as I get to hold him
Against me!

20/30

I am beautiful
This I know
Nothing inflated
Not an ego
Just a simple truth
Told to me by others.
But it took me
A minute to believe
The reflection
That was looking back at me.
She wasn't believable
With features that never
Graced the cover of
Glamour magazine.
I'm standing once again
But I'm not in front
Of the mirror
But the throne.

I'm beautiful
This I know!

No Chasing

Let's play tag
Just us two
No not chase
Because I want you
To feel me
While I caress
And stroke you
From your mental
To ultimately
The physical
From head to toe.

Let's play tag
Just us two
We'll never get tired
Like chasers do
When we pause to
Catch our breath
Giggling and laughing
At each others exhaustive
Funlike success

Let's play tag
Just us two!

Diva.D

19/30

I want to be a two
Not a one but maybe
The one
Trusted, loved and reliable
A man's woman
The moon of his evening
The sun of his morrning
The stars that dance in his eyes
And light his midnight skies
The cloud that shades him
In the heat of passion
The breeze that whispers
I love you
As it passes through
The trees of our paradise
The rain that cleanses the
Dirt of the work day
And the hurt from
The past that
Shook his foundation
The tremble of his
Earthquake
Though the fault is only
A shift like paradigm
That lifts us
Places us on top
Of the mountain
Where hearts rest when
They've found their mate
Their souls connection
I want to be two.

18/30 HAIKU

Perfection of flaws
Makes me perfectly human
And I am unique!

Leather

17/30

Wings of freedom
Are attached to the
One thing of your
Individual passion
From love to anger
And every other emotion
Inbetween
The freedom of choice
You wanna be a martyr
You'll die for that
It's your Last Supper
Before your last breath
You're willing to give.
Passion like art
Paint on canvas
Words on paper
Ink on skin
You're affected by
Outside influences.

Wings of freedom
Intense
Power
To drive your enthusiasm
Pass the point of
Excitement
To send you into
Another dimension
High above the clouds
In the safe corners
Of your
Imagination
Freedom in your fondness!

Sunshine

I don't want to change for him
To be with him
And he ain't gotta change to be with me
But what I'm hopeful of is that we will
Bloom within our relationship
Like roses do with proper water
Sun and fertilizer...........love

Android

This new phone is simply awesome
Just a little bit of me mixed
With technology and when
I get a bit more education for this
Nation I'm going to be on top
Of the game!

Toot Toot

That's the sound of my own horn
I have had a wonderful day of writing
It began with piece #14 in honor of
Poetry Month
and quickly proceeded to be a method
for passing the time away
some are wordy and some are
short and potent.
But I'm proud of all of them and again I say
Toot Toot