Choc Loc Ebony 2005

TO: She Knows... When I write love poems they are sometimes inspired by those I naturally like and places I wish to be...

My heart wanders in circles
as past visions
bring curiosity
looking into brown eyes
of a siren
who stares off
her eyes never meeting mine
is it hypnosis I bring
If I could have it so good
for I am spellbound
as her magical fingers
weave perfection
crowning my seed
entwining my desire to know her
she refers to her lover as a friend
I refer my lover as my heart
a friend is there before hearts join
after hearts join the word friend
is a form of deceit
hearts are there to remain
I would ask to know her still
as I already have several times before
even have journeyed the path
to reach the first high
to know her
my high a meeting of the minds
the journey cut short
cut by her tongue
before ever getting there
as if she knew me
her impressions wrong
trying to create in me
undesirable things that I am not
an attempt to convince me
I made a mistake
there could never be anything there between us
I withdraw to lick my wounds
and heal
I slowly learn the modern perils
of wanting
while I look into the eyes of another sweet ebony
twice as beautiful as her physically
mentally my nemesis
while my heart half there
having what so many men want
I walk the fine line of deceit
Once every full moon my sirens’s presence
induces me to question a past vision
and wonder is she happy
should I ask again
why did she always say yes
If there was no attraction there
I shackle my nature and hold my tongue when in her presence
knowing I can not just be me
less she lay more judgement
on who I am
without knowing me
I look past her hardened side
beneath it she hides the path to her soft
and I tire of her bladed tongue
for in my constant self analysis
I am my own blade
I don’t need two
it would make me feel less than desirable
and I could never live that way
I remember fate
where she loves is her choice to make
and she has made her choice
I hope she finds happiness
where ever she is with or without me
and I look forward to the day
I can catch the next glimpse of her
even if in passing
till I am drawn to my next heart of hearts
with whom I can build my kingdom...