Wednesday, August 22, 2012

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!

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

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

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

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!