life gives birth
2 spring's foreplay
as summer orgasms
-n- the ecstasy
of her curved wynes

her deep-throated tongues
alter the existence
of beginning of the week
“monday blues”
to prelude
“fellatio fridays”
where pleasure lays home
to wetness drippin’
from betwixt her thighs

anticipation serves itself
as the appetizier
while the main course
sates by sounds and portraits
of some deep soulfulllll fuckin’
as climatic eruptions
afterglow to distorted realities
cryptin’ all reasoning
understood only
between us

you see..
i’ve often pondered
plato’s symposium
in my mind’s third eye
where disobedience
plays house to
wet dreams
likenin’ it to
a deep and natural affinity
calculated by the equation
of love
+
intimacy
x’s
sexuality
+
spirituality
÷
by compatibility
etc.
etc.
etc.
over the course of
almost a thousand lifetimes
and then some
speculated by chance
when…
who…
or how
would fate intervene
and
occupy
the same relative time and space
with this destined twin soul
defeating zeus fear

although many others would
take the blue pill
and reckon themselves
to indigestion of loneliness
that seems to bubble
in the pit of my stomach
i digress
i believe in love
in spite of
the aftertaste of many bitter fruits

she’s out there
i know she is
i hear her voice
i envision her semblance
i breathe her soul
as i close my eyes
her love encapsulates me
in a veil of euphony
defined as the ultimate genetic mutation
of my perfect soul mate

might you ask
who is this woman
i call her l-o-v-e
but
others call her poetry



K-NYNE©2009