I Write

I write because I’m motivated by life It consumes my inner depths and expands my reality To form a silhouette with little solidarity The other night there were things that I could not reveal with dancing words…………………………………… So I wrote. I wrote all the images that could not be displayed I painted letters on canvas and spelled out your name I engaged all my senses as I scribbled down relentless rhyme I created rhythm and blues as I flashbacked into time When I was a girl and you were not yet the man of today A stranger to one another’s existence, yet preparing for an unforeseen day The seconds, minutes, rather hours that God would spend leading our paths To cross upon a road where there would be a dead end For I say ‘dead end’ because we cannot pretend Someone will feel pain at the cost of another’s happiness Just loving you could be blasphemous………………………………… So I wrote. I wrote about my mahogany delight Friends in the daytime………………….Lovers into the night I touched myself and exhaled as I yearned for kiss I’m reassured in my womanhood when you lick my lips I write about the future. You, I, and some children of our own But then a voice denies me of those thoughts because the future is not yet known I write about trusting a man. With my mind, body, and soul I write to contain my sanity and keep hope that you’ll never let go.