When I Love Myself

I must confess I love to watch myself dance in the mirror The curves melt into the shadows In the mood Talib Kweli’s Eardrum piercing Glen Miller big band trumpets, Bangles jingling against my satin smooth velvet Golden skin That I love Sultry saxophone stipulations Coltrane caprices and Sinatra seduction Billy Holiday, hip-hop Beyonce Beating against the beautiful bittersweet cold of pulse Outside my window I love how my walk steams success in every step Sundays seem so upset, when I stir up the afternoon My ambition resonates With a swim deep into his eyes and I build up buttercups Temptations, A touch of spice, and a hint of desire at the wrist I love it When I catch my laughter bubbling in my throat And throw it to the wind to let any lucky fellow Hear it and engrave itself into his heart Stardust in my eyes and My very own blockbuster smile on my lips I love how the sunshine seems to follow me Enveloping the sing sweet sorrow story of my life Sealing it away but letting the confectionary agony remind me Of my most darkest days Rainy days fade away when I love . Myself .