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She Serendipity

I’ve revealed my all only to feel naked, and vulnerable to the touch, 

yet satisfied that I beat the combustion that built up inside of me. My insides

Are swollen, she’s taken over my thoughts and ideas, wants and needs. 

Mental telepathy tries its course, why won’t you answer? What I feel really 

can’t be translated from pen to paper, you’ve deprived me of my own 

comprehensions, my speech is impediment, I know you feel me why fight?

It’s a bout I wish you not win. Yes I’ve loved, and have been in love, but 

you’re the only woman that has me utilizing my pen in a different way, 

which was once used to create works of art now being used as a weapon 

unloading a vast of emotions. The sheets under my right feel my pain. Don’t

You see we should be seen as you and I, not you then I? There’s a reason for

all things and for all things there’s a reason, if that statement is true why 

does my insides do what they do?  Where this comes from is indescribable. 

It’s there but then it isn’t, it’s Strong but then it’s weak. Have mercy on my   

soul, you excite me even in your absence, I can’t shake you as if hooked on  

drugs, after a dose of you I become greedy and go beyond yearning, it’s an 

unknown condition I experience, I only know that the cure is you, and I 

haven’t even had you, and I know you’re all of what will complete me, and you.
	

                                                            Brandi Graham
                                                             5/4/2005

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