there was no
foreseeable poem on my horizon
until she strutted by
epitomizing poetry in slowed-motion
kaleidoscopic…damn i couldn’t stop it
got me stuck between the realm of boys to men
brought back a remembered joy to pen
waxing rhapsodic…I got it bad
watching her move from a figment
to the firmament of my swooning imagination
cascading down in a technicolor gown
brown skin crowned by a natural grown afro
smearing pastels and oil paints
engaging…engorging this saint-slash-sinner
feeding my sentimental…my spiritual
my sapiosexual…got my artistry on hyper drive
warp factor nine…she’s so damn fine
deep diving in divine intuition…
thickening dimensions..strecthing khakis
she makes me wanna spell my name in elaborate cursive
Sanskrit her inner realm from right to left….
gift her my primary colors
blend and stir them as she sees fit
within her tight fit…giving me exposure ….
and closure within her melodic moisture
her palette…swirling my aftermath…her magical into
an exaltation of a multi-hued us
The artistry in this is exquisite. It almost has the feel of a dance floor with lights swirling over a sea of color, spotlighting just 2…emphasis on her. Beautiful, Naaj
Thank you, my kindred.
Your words mean a lot to me
Naaj
I was lost in your description of your muse, your reverence is deeply felt.
Willow is right, the artistry is most definitely exquisite. The imagery vivid and your verbiage astounding.
So glad you dropped in, hun.
This write was something personal and long overdue.
Thank you
Naaj
You’re very welcome. Have a fantastic day.
Beautifully penned, Naaj. An incredible tribute, amazing imagery and wordplay my friend. Sorry for your loss, brother. Much respect. Appreciate you.
Damian
Huge thx for your thoughts on this vibe, bro.
Yeah…this one hit different for obvious reasons.
Much respect
Naaj
Now that is a colourfully creative soliloquy! The image testifies the truth of your thoughts in living color. Well written!
Big thx, Angel for your wonderful comments. I appreciate you for dropping by