- Mar 19, 2001
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I was an emotional invalid
an emotional illiterate
with the word EVOL spinning
in my head cause love backwards
to me was revolution in reverse
before she and I conversed on that
glorious day and she evolved into
the penumbra of my mental moon
and the thoughts I have of her
I gave to her as momentos to
wipe herself off with on hot
days in June this evolution
into melanin linen holding
her passion in a liquified form
had me recitin' the requiem
for my loneliness that she wrote
I called it psalm number 151
cause the way she made me feel
it had to be biblical / and
caused me to sing her a Song
of Solomon...
"And the roof of thy mouth like
the best wine for my beloved, that
goeth down sweetly, causing thy lips
of those that are asleep to speak"
Her voice goes down deeply into
the canals of my aurals and stirs
my spirit 'til it cries watering
and watching my desire for her grow
into a garden of Eden for she is
Eve and I, Adam / the first man
the first woman / she my rib / me
her tomorrows she looks forward to
/rising over the edge of the
horizon naked in night's garment
I open my arms and cover her
in the blakness of our soul's
solstice converting two into
one the synergy of our energy
is a fantasy of discoveries and
we explore with the end in mind...
...that when she I we die / one
another will be the last reflections
cast on our eyes.
(c) 2001 blakverb
an emotional illiterate
with the word EVOL spinning
in my head cause love backwards
to me was revolution in reverse
before she and I conversed on that
glorious day and she evolved into
the penumbra of my mental moon
and the thoughts I have of her
I gave to her as momentos to
wipe herself off with on hot
days in June this evolution
into melanin linen holding
her passion in a liquified form
had me recitin' the requiem
for my loneliness that she wrote
I called it psalm number 151
cause the way she made me feel
it had to be biblical / and
caused me to sing her a Song
of Solomon...
"And the roof of thy mouth like
the best wine for my beloved, that
goeth down sweetly, causing thy lips
of those that are asleep to speak"
Her voice goes down deeply into
the canals of my aurals and stirs
my spirit 'til it cries watering
and watching my desire for her grow
into a garden of Eden for she is
Eve and I, Adam / the first man
the first woman / she my rib / me
her tomorrows she looks forward to
/rising over the edge of the
horizon naked in night's garment
I open my arms and cover her
in the blakness of our soul's
solstice converting two into
one the synergy of our energy
is a fantasy of discoveries and
we explore with the end in mind...
...that when she I we die / one
another will be the last reflections
cast on our eyes.
(c) 2001 blakverb