U-N-T-I-T-L-E-D!

If i were to fall in love

I’ll beg to fall while on water

To never see the torrents end

I’ll hate to stay afloat

Because deep is how you dig.

…[T]o end up with a best friend

To not try to comprehend

Why these butterflies feel like giant birds

Why my heart becomes a ladder

The way my feelings climb

My feet would grow bigger

From walking into your thoughts.

I’ll spell love backwards until we evolve

I’ll love love to prick me like a baby cactus

I’ll love love to make me sin, pin, skin peace within me

Where love is church served as feasts and fellowships

I’ll tell a lie to see you

Make my thoughts climb fences

To throw stones at your passion’s window

I’ll let my heart beat fast

Cos upbeat is the tempo of love

I’ll never tire to write you letters

Because reading is how you travel to many places in one space

I’ll become your library;

Let you read my palms

Before you read my lips.

Let you find from the catalog on my navel, novels on how to

Tend this vegetation without losing strands

I’ll love to dream if reality is you

And yes,there will be many seemingly sweeter than true

But my tongue will be used to the taste of you

I’ll try not to comprehend

Why these butterflies feel like giant birds

Why my heart becomes a ladder

The way my feelings climb

I’ll beg to never see these torrents end.Leon

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They walk in beauty. They are night. Ceaseless in clime or time they chime.

And to their ringing my heart sings, “I’m coming. I’m running I’m all yours. All of me. Beauty, warts and scars. The glories, pains, all work of art. So sacred in its come around. Nought but Divine upon its start.

That Ray that burst upon my gloom saying child come here I’ll hear from you. The Ruby that pierced my heart true and said love still has life for you. E Dolphin swimming sleek and sweet. Teaching that I should some wide shoulder be and Lo and Lee that sweet swan song that says son see here faith is strong. Then some young man with random swing swung true and made Giant Lone rue and fumble till he missed his cue And fell into the Netherlands to receive his due. Silvie  taught me silver lining are on the darkest clouds. Someone so near has been coy but she will come around. One two three and running up then finding fun with Fiftey who shared some tales that made me come and sent my heart to hum. I hummed so long and loud and sweet I needed engineering. So God sent him to jig my rig  and tweak the song i sing. Divinity strolled in one day upon summer’s breeze and stole my heart away. She said for this you better live or you had rather die.

Beauty like the Afters sun captured in sweet sones and cones. Jamila! Doesn’t that word sound like ice cream on the lips. Tee, the brother I only just knew. A boon to scar the earth. Mala, the builder. See the bridge between your heart and mine. Pruddy, the sight I longed to see. With words so evergreen. Vy I wait a word from thee. Your words fall like the rain. Bang to the one just like the swan you don’t fit the ducklings. I’ve seen you fly. Oh glorious sight. You are heaven’s gift indeed.

Then there’s Bodalynn delight that rearranges life. A flower here. A sagebrush there. A tool, so true, my heart. Seun

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I wear no make up.

No I’m not broke.

I believe your eyes tell you I’m not ugly and if your heart is worthy you’d see just about how beyond beautiful I happen to be.

Yes, I love me a fine hunky man with an amazing personality to go.

I am a fertile garden waiting upon planted rich seeds to grow.

I am like a cherry on an iced velvet cake and on a nice day which is everyday I am Infact the entire red velvet cake.

I think to myself, if mary Kay cannot fix the way my mood sometimes sway then to what end should I seek a pretty face or a contrary way as opposed to the fact my heart may be  in dismay.

If my eyes, the windows to my soul have to wear a mascara to earn a glance from a supposed mate to my soul, haven’t I my soul sold to the wrong soul who might have been misled by a false glow then realizing from my tears as they flow and wash away the enhancement from my Infact short lashes that we are nothing close to being soulmates.

Would I still be deserving of the glow inside your eyes when we are alone under dimmed lights and I undress myself, something like switching roles from Cinderella to Mulan way before she got made up and handed an umbrella?

Will your heart still race slowly after my lips when I say words like watin be dis, the opposite of my smooth soft spoken hi my name is rit?!

I doubt it very much that a lot more than a bunch of meaning seeking men would see beyond foundation blends and embrace hearts, golden hearts or another man, woman or a child regardless of their mom or dad’s bank accounts. Because rich or poor is determined by a property on Wall Street? Not at all. Beauty and wealth reside inside our souls.

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Stary wide eyed

Armed with naivety

They told me to exchange innocence for initiation and charm

I scorn at how shallow their minds stoop, snaring at their noisy ways

They don’t perceive how i traced back myself to a space where the tone of my voice is bliss, where my body is in tune with my soul

They don’t see how i stare behind my eyes relishing my essence

Loving every impurity

Yearning for a rainbowed purity

Charmed by the flowering woman i am

Love seem true when i love the hard woman i am, hugging myself tightly

Kissing and longing for my presence

They’ll keep their charms and tricks

I’ll cast my magic and spells often…

 Omolola

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