the
common denominator is me
i
cannot be free
from
stereophonic containers
of
my desert without a breeze
pride
cometh before the fall
but
pride has no place in love
except
to leave you lingering
with
longings
before
a perfectly leveled wall
that
separates the echo of empty halls
from
the hunting grounds
of
love enthralled
where
fingers that caress her face
are
a stalking predator filled with grace
and
wafting whispers fall like tiny raindrops
on
window panes which look out on
a
well tended garden
where
all sins are pardoned
in
the crucifixion of her outstretched arms
your
ghosts no longer haunting
the
vacancy sign
its
pallid pallor rhythmically flashing
casting
its forlorn glow
on
a sidewalk sated
with
the secrets of sojourning soloists
where
even fallen angels fear to tread
like
an unmade showroom bed
no
one has ever slept in
hair
follicles remain
from
the last lingering libido
but
dna cannot reveal
the
identity of a love
that
no longer exists
holiness
and shekinah glory
are
absent from the pantheons of love
when
no one is there to worship
i
am not a god
therefore
i can kneel
and
worship a goddess
hymning,
“if
i could take you in my arms and worship you tonight
i
pray the stars would linger long and hold back dawn’s first light
so
i could linger like the stars embedded in your sky
and
intermingle words of praise with captivated sighs
for
i have moved from place to place from year to year to year
searching
for a beauty that would move my eyes to tears
the
butterflies that flutter by on multicolored wings
landing
on a bed of roses where blue birds chirp and sing
could
never bring the words from me as when i first saw you
with
sun kissed hair and eyes of green and skin as soft as dew
and
milk white breasts that i confessed defined what breasts should be
and
lips that made my knees tremble and took my breath from me
your
high cheek bones just on their own could win the world’s praise
so
when i then view all of you i’m left within a daze
where
dreams of you within my arms possesses my whole mind
embraced
within an endless night that sunlight never finds”
or
“the
crown that was upon my head has fallen to the floor
i’m
searching through the words unsaid to say to you once more
let’s
circumvent the time well spent to wile away the night
coo
like two doves with broken wings that suddenly take flight
illuminate
the pearly gates that serenades the harps
the
flaming sword that guards the way is molten hot and sharp
bouquets
that pray for better days realize prayers are answered
when
on the clouds we gently sway like two angelic dancers
a
modern phrase like an essay, inspired holy ghost
at
the heart of what may matter the heart matters the most
the
laughing rays that light the day will linger on our kiss
and
as i leave behind the fray there’s nothing i will miss
the
heat of june will quickly swoon from flames of our embrace
that
burn down heaven and the earth till there is but a trace
of
echoes in an empty hall in pantheons of love
and
even praise is on the lips of every mourning dove”
let’s
close this morning’s service with,
“meter
and rhyme keeping time carries us away
let
the day become the night and night become the day
as
we are tossed on tempest waves a violent storm embrace
and
jesus saves the outstretched arm that’s reaching for your face
till
doubt dances only with those lost without atonement
we
will be found if we stay lost only in this moment”
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