klabarron
11-05-2002, 10:56 PM
my love and me, we made poetry
and by some stroke to fate
She became paper and I became pen
with broad strokes, I wrote security
a love between she and me
of my life given for hers
for my soft spoken words she heard
as I loved her poetically
my pen and her paper
and she and me became poetry
as she began to write
upon the tables of my heart
she was pen and I became paper thin
and with lavender ink
she began to pen springtime’s daises
and summertime's lazy-es
of chillin’ together
no matter what the weather
committed to finding joy in sorrow
and the silver lining of each rainbow
simply by the stroke of her pen
I became paper thin
open, vulnerable to the scribe
so wise and she wrote we-poetry.
So we together
wrote a symphony of triumph
of beating the odds
and not becoming another
“black man can’t love his black woman” statistic
eternally
family
spiritually
most definitely
in poetry
to win poetry
for we write as two upon one soul
and we scribe until the love story is told
unto our children
future generations
so that we-poetry
becomes their poetry
and they scribe a love-story
as beautiful as our story
as wonderful as we- poetry
in love
of love
founded upon love
penned-love
papered-love
God’s love
we-poetry.
and by some stroke to fate
She became paper and I became pen
with broad strokes, I wrote security
a love between she and me
of my life given for hers
for my soft spoken words she heard
as I loved her poetically
my pen and her paper
and she and me became poetry
as she began to write
upon the tables of my heart
she was pen and I became paper thin
and with lavender ink
she began to pen springtime’s daises
and summertime's lazy-es
of chillin’ together
no matter what the weather
committed to finding joy in sorrow
and the silver lining of each rainbow
simply by the stroke of her pen
I became paper thin
open, vulnerable to the scribe
so wise and she wrote we-poetry.
So we together
wrote a symphony of triumph
of beating the odds
and not becoming another
“black man can’t love his black woman” statistic
eternally
family
spiritually
most definitely
in poetry
to win poetry
for we write as two upon one soul
and we scribe until the love story is told
unto our children
future generations
so that we-poetry
becomes their poetry
and they scribe a love-story
as beautiful as our story
as wonderful as we- poetry
in love
of love
founded upon love
penned-love
papered-love
God’s love
we-poetry.