She lives in my lap...
It’s 3:15, so I respond to the suns glare and the early calling of a morning bird. Rubbing my eyes till they water, frowning and in confusion I stood up and yawned. My breath alarmed me and acknowledged its own bitterness. “Good morning” and no one responded, again I yawned, and gently turned my head to the left and no one was there. I yawned again, wiped my eyes made to make sure that this wasn’t a nightmare, turned sharply to my right my eyes tight my mind anxious to see…and… there she was, my angel. Just as I had left her last night, cuddle in her own disposition, happy and detained by her thoughts. The love of my life. We’ve known each other since High School and she is still the same redbone indigo soul I knew when we were seventeen years old.Spiritual love
Smooth like pea [soup]
Strung like cords over an interlude
Minus the introduction
Plus their souls
Spindled into the love makings of life
This got to be right.
Grind into thoughts
Heavy like migraines
Monopoly mind games
Ready to explore into whatever comes along
Join their excavation for gold like dreams
Pure and purest
She’s in love with his spirit
Tailored like collar bones
Substituting the abstract idea of her smile
Times the miles, measures, mountains
The moon revolves around the sun
A rebirth of love has just begun
Wrapped up in the love makings of life
This got to be right
Chiseled into memories
Geared with its chemistry
Ready to rule the world
It’s full and unexplored
The truth is
He is in love with her spirit
-Nalij4lyph
2003
This is a a reflection of a couple whom I adore
posted by Liber8Lyph @ 5:28 PM
2 Comments:
Where is this coming from? If you expressed yourself in person as your writing you wouldn' have any troubles in life. Trust me.
Do like Langston Hughes, just walk around and write mini poems and pass them out to people. They will get the message.
I love your writing man, I really do!!!
I might have to borrow that...i'll give you credit though
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