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..