If Love...

If Love shall ever come again,

A knocking at my window…

I’ll serenade her with a song that leads with a creshindo…

My voice will be of Pendergrass,

My touch will be so gentle…

If Love shall ever come again,

A knocking at my window…

If Love shall ever come again,

A pluckin at my heart strings…

I will grab a pad and pen,

And write her while a harp sings…

Assure her wrong is in the past,

And right is where we’ll start things…

If Love shall ever come again,

A pluckin at my heart strings…

If Love shall ever come again,

A dancing to my music…

I’ll unplug the drum machine,

And play her my acoustic…

Deep like bass, her eyes I’ll gaze…

We’ll synchronize our movement,

If Love shall ever come again,

A dancing to my music…

If Love shall ever come again,

And taps me on my shoulder…

I’ll turn all the way around,

Forever, will I hold her…

Forever will I cherish her…

Her name, will be our symbol,

If Love shall ever come again,

A knockin at my window…

...Her Silhouette in the Mirror Mirror the in Silhouette Her... ©2010

I caught a glimpse of her silhouette in the mirror…

With the wax spinning…
Writing wax poetics…
With the wax dripping…

Blaq visions from blaq eyes follow blaq thighs across room…
Listening to 4’5’s…
Bird’s tune…

Sepia’s the mood… Smoke consumes
the ozone…
Kinda Blue tis the moon…

Her body twas cold work…
Yet hotter than end of June…

Hard to keep my cool…
Let alone not drool…
But no sweat…

She’ll get wet long before
I do…
I swear,
I swore…

If all weren’t fair in love and war…
She’d be cheating with the way she moves…

Sippin a Stella as she grooves…
Second hand smoke mellows as it soothes…

Body shaped like Chello when she’s nude,

“We should roll like Rello, Me and You”,
I told her…

Cappuccino complexion of Folders…

Pull me close, feel my heart's osmosis...

Are chemistry’s real like Haiku’s from soldiers,

The closer she is,
The harder to focus…



The closer she is,
The harder to focus…

Are chemistry’s real like Haiku’s from soldiers,

Pull me close, feel my hearts osmosis...

Cappuccino complexion of Folders…


“We should roll like Rello, Me and You”,
I told her…

Body shaped like Chello when she’s nude,

Sippin a Stella as she grooves…
Second hand smoke mellows as it soothes…

If all weren’t fair in love and war…
She’d be cheating with the way she moves…

She’ll get wet long before
I do…
I swear,
I swore…

Hard to keep my cool…
Let alone not drool…
But no sweat…

Her body t’was cold work…
Yet hotter than end of June…

Sepia’s the mood… Smoke consumes
the ozone…
Kinda Blue tis the moon…


Blaq visions from blaq eyes follow blaq thighs across the room…
Listening to 4’5’s…
Bird’s tune…


With the wax spinning…
Writing wax poetics…
With the wax dripping…

As I caught a glimpse of her silhouette in the mirror…