Loving a Woman

From cocoon to butterfly,

She and I exchanged whispers of late night lullabies,

She is the truth amidst all the others lie’s,

The dream I see with opened eyes

My personal poet,

She showed me how to be a lover,

So in turn, to repay her, I now love her…

deeper than her thighs

More like heart and mind and soul,

My better half made this here brother whole,

When something was missing,

Now I feel more than lips touching when we’re kissing,

I feel her soul speaking and mine listening,

She makes my history her story, our story

She’s the muse for my music for my victory is her glory, and hers mine…

She’s mine and I’m hers,

As I hold her in the twilight,

She in turn holds on to my every word…

My nouns turn to verbs, making my thoughts action words, My nouns turn to verbs making my thoughts action words,

Turning my potential kinetic with her’s…

I’ve made her old soul hip hop again and she’s made my rhythm-less blues

funk infused…

Jazz for that ass that would leave Thelonious Monk amused,

She’s the Stella that gave me my groove back,

My fine wine in a world of cheap cognac,

Late at night I sip her,

Drunken off of her vibe like lovers of liquor,

She speaks to me,

While these other girls bicker,

When she’s gone I miss her,

Late at night, Distant Lover listener,

Rose pedal picker,

Honey suckle sipper,

That turned this female fanatic into a hopeless romantic with simply a whisper,

Go figure…

All this time to become a brother all I needed was a sister,

All this time to become a man all I needed a was a wo-man…

A misses to become a mister…

These girls couldn’t do it…

Didn’t have the depth to inspire my music…

Nothing more than empty riff’s,

Shaped like a treble cleft she takes my breath when she moves her hips,

Shaped like a treble cleft she takes my breath when she moves her hips,

She is my star,

Our celestial bodies intertwine like procreation of Venus and Mars

In my dreams she and the heavens are as similar as similes are…

In my dreams she and the heavens are as similar as similes are…

 

When she’s afar,

I speak to her in soliloquy bars,

Talking in tongues spiritual drums beating from the heavens above…

My mother earth blowing breath into my lungs in the form of a morning breeze

Exuding the beauty of Michigan, autumn, Maple tree leaves,

The most beautiful hues, I envision,

As she dances and entrances my third eye vision,

We communicate in the language of love,

And I listen…

Entrance me, sister in that sundress,

 

With skin tone’s of African Sunsets,

 

And the scent African violets

 

Vibes to make my sun rise, like one of Angelou’s best,

 

With her moon,

 

Being an inch from my queen is of equal distance from heaven for she’s my ticket out of this monotonous hell,

She showed me to rise in love, forget those others who’ve fell,

Fallen for the superficial,

She completes me as my pad completes my pencil,

She’s etched her hieroglyphics permanently on the walls of my heart with her stencil,

Etched her hieroglyphics permanently on the walls of my heart with her strencil,

 

Inspiring the passion of a Coltrane instrumental,

 

Look at her,

She is my soul… no need to gaze through my  windows…

 

For when you see her, you see my soul coming,

 

You hear my heart?

 

You feel my soul drumming?

 

When I touch her,

 

You feel my pain numbing,

 

If ever you feel this…

 

You know what it is to love woman…