by
NicholasPoet
While reality driven tornadoes
Tear down walls
Their debris has painstakingly
Left behind barriers sheltering the remnants
Of confusion fueled delusions of possibilities
I want to believe that
Tender moments of dialogue were real
Cause the sweetness of the sharing
Can still be tasted on the tip of my tongue
When I speak her name
My heart still skips a beat
When I think about
Loving her, wanting her, losing her
While never actually ever being blessed
With the honor of worshiping at her feet
In my mind
She was a queen
Kept saying shit like
I’m really digging you
Laughed that nervous laugh way too many times
While she just flowed and was herself
I lost myself
So damn happy
To be in her presence
All I ever wanted
Was for her to see me
And see me she did
Saw the child not the woman
The groupie not the soul mate
Like a school girl with a crush
My admiration morphed into infatuation
Lost all sense of coolness
Stumbling over words, missing cues for tenderness
Whenever we shared time in sacred spaces
When blessed with the opportunity
To biblically know her
Instead of penetrating her mind
I prematurely ejaculated urgency
Ruined the mutually longed for
Passions patience
Kissing her first downstairs
Instead of caressing the heavens
Of her eyes, lips and mind
What was goddess sent
Was rushed and quickly spent
So while reality driven tornadoes tear down walls
And their debris painstakingly erects barriers
Sheltering the remnants of confusion fueled
Delusions of possibilities
I still long to touch the hem of her garment
To be able to dream those dreams of beauty
Instead of waking each night drenched from sweat
Caused by nightmares of mandated distance
