Black Poetry : Illusion of Love

ASHANTA

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Illusion of Love
By Jacqueline Amos




Who is there beside my bed,
touching thy warmth of forbidden love?
As thou lay beside thee, I feel the heat,
no body do thy see.
Oh thy warm and tender spirit,
spreads warmth upon thy body,
enter if you must, don’t still thy heart.
Thy mountains rise, thy blossoms cry,
lifting thy milk of thy gardens,
invisible to thy eyes.



I turn over to the rear of thy bed,
the warmth follows thee,
with thou head in thy pillow which thy sleep,
tender strokes of warmth,
deepening the touch that I lay,
I cry upon the night,
as thy body trembles with delight,
lips with no face that I see.
It covers my body as I lay.


I open thy universe,
as the warm gently stroke,
tears fall upon my eyes,
As I plead for more,
Who is thee that loves me tenderly,
illusion as I wake upon my pillow,
do I dream, rushes of fluids without smell,
Fire, fire, is there anyone there.

Creeping upon my hope chest,
scent of an invisible man,
softly spoken he whisper in my ears,
I am the illusion that you have long for;
to fulfill your most wanted desires.

Lye still as I erase lonely and wanted dreams,
I shall leave a marker ,
when you need, calls me.

Lonely shall never be no more,
I am the illusions,
who will supply you with great love.

Copywriter 2000
:love:
 

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