You Made a Difference
Baby,
You have become a fixture in my mind...
treading lightly... meaningfully... with purpose.
with each traverse, the words and wisdom you impart
leave an indelible print..for one so..might i say youthful.
I've often wondered why my intrigue hasnt
diminished... my interest hasnt waned...however I dare not
ask questions I dont want answers to, ...more than one
of those anectdotal text I do take as a message..
in other words i take what you say and analyse..
and i guess what you have been saying and has taught me to receive
each day as a gift , simply say thank-you to the
higher power that allowed it to happen....and share
those revelations with someone else if i am able
Days will pass without a word... a concern for your
well-being gives way to the loop which plays in my
head reasoning I have no entitlement to these
feelings..
Just when I assumingly give my good-while-it-lasted
adieu, you grace me with another cerebral-sensual
affirmation of faith: .... my inoculation against
the ills of a sometimes cruel world... and re-igniting
the embers of passion
On Friday... all day..I was feeling quite out of it.. it was not an
unprecedented first Friday in my life I had ever
spent alone and wild or destructive thoughts of how many more
of these there might be crept into my mind... it had
never mattered before and suddenly it did.
Friends..not sure if I have many left...I mean...I have Brethrens
We hang..we drink ..same old same old...male bonding they say...
talking the same thing over and over..who dem sleeping with..
dem conquest etc etc etc...sick of it ..NOW..
Thats where you come in..you came at a critical juncture..
.I find our conversations refreshing..exhilarating..
But that day..You sent me a text...a simple text..
But I'm ashamed that I have become that weak
as to be so easily swept from dispair to elation by a
simple smile or a text... from you...go figure..
And i am just kidding.. It wouldn't have mattered, even a hello from you would have had a cathartic effect.
What you sent me that day was a text... one of many..but the timing was impeccable...
Just when I needed it....
and it simply filled me up. It made me stop wishing for
things that once were and helped me gracefully
accept..
I shouldnt need to be reminded, ....I shouldnt 'need'
...
So went home and played some tunes...Babyface, Neyo,Luther..
I played this sultry Patti Labelle" If you asked me to" track over and over......there's an exotic sexxy obsessiveness about
the music ..... burgundy velvet, ...slow-flowing sweet
syrup, ...Port, Brandy, Amarone ...wax bleeding down
the shaft of a candle that has
burned solo all evening... pooling at its base.... -teasing the baser instincts, all the while remaining coy and
sophisticated...with a certain wisdom.. sort of
like you..pretty lady
I know you listen to these songs .I like that.......this old skool
genre of R and B Mixes, drummers and
percussionists just your taste... and mine
i just wanted you to know you make a difference...
Me..
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