Fighting fatigue despite my denim day
Muse didn’t leave delighted she stayed
I sit by a fan loving the cool blue breeze
Refusing the pain meds prescribed to me
I feel another nap coming on so strong
Muse keeps encouraging singing along
You can do it write a mahogany piece
But I must delay for I desire silver sleep
now the woods are bare—
the forest that taught me words
trapped beneath concrete—
with coy tributes in place names
I strain to hear through the cracks
O, hair of fairest mahogany
indubitable piece de resistance
of her lifelong monogamy
Slim silly fingers betray me
Pain in them silently slaying
Amethyst goals denied delaying
Saddest song in mind playing
Mahogany dreams carry me
Sandy hopes to be pain free
The smell of red roses riding the breeze
He planted me a garden of flowers for me
Under blue skies brown birds fly free
River disguise a stony bed under feet
So I admire the windmills soft whizz
Dare I denim desire a long lost kiss
Aiming much higher than rainbows
You set fire of desire to mahogany soul
Red roses revealing
Onyx love’s healing
Mahogany skin blends
Amethyst heart within
Natural beauty parade
Those thighs brown eyes face
Images of your neon love
Creating heaven can’t get enough
An absolute fantasy, a cure for reality;
Mahogany and ebony;
It seems to go on endlessly,
a pirouette through eternity;
Mahogany and ebony,
the slant rhyme of each other’s poetry;
Blood woven into the witching hour,
magnetic when mixed together;
Combustible chemistry,
lethal poison leaks from drunken eyes;
Center stage energy,
it’s not possible to not be captivated;
Mahogany and ebony;
An absolute fantasy, a cure for reality.
Someone needs your courageous white words
Make mahogany efforts to be hazel heard
It matters not if you have eccentric emerald style
Long as you’ve got heart and that silver smile
Enchanting encouraging ebony embraces
Silhouette of love across fuchsia friendly faces
Oh my you are so majestic
I enjoy your mind so impressive
You’re simply beautiful bold black
Loving your swag and all of that
Deep dark energy
Making me melt from within
I can imagine saying your name
Again and again like a sin
But your charisma is like
Poetry’s repent so
Loving you could never
Be wrong and that strong
Gaze you give is to live for
I love the unique rhythm of your voice
I don’t know your type but of course
I’m hoping it’s me you go for
I imagine your kiss is like a blue bliss
Of whimsical beauty wrapped in
Mahogany mystery and I need that
In my life so submissive am I
She gave it to me in nineteen eighty-five.
It was a beautiful mahogany horse.
Careless and clumsy, I dropped it on the floor.
In a blow, its leg was broken by the force.
I tried and failed to fix it so many times,
But where it broke at first, it would break again,
And so, my precious horse could no longer stand.
It laid sideways on my shelf to my chagrin.
Then one happy day in twenty twenty-four,
I took it to where I met three helpful men
In the Leisure World woodshop by Clubhouse One.
Now my gallant horse stands whole and proud again.
I thirst for you is that so strange
Mouth gets dry when speak your name
Lose all pride pink inside my brain
Need you tonight to cure my insane
I look for you like shooting star
Around the moon and in red heart
The sight of you takes me away
To another galaxy far loving place
The sound of you is deep and low
Unique true blue and fully exposed
For you’re in my ear as you hold me close
Keep me near saying you love me so
The smell of you is so denim divine
Raw and real sweet and kind
Gives me a thrill lost in real time
My spirit spills you blow my mind
What you are is indigo interesting
A kindred gold star brightly shining
Inside mahogany heart inside mocha me
Come sweetheart let me show you what I mean
It looked lost and lonely,
Probably searching for its kind,
Will hope aid it to find?
Its home seems to have been invaded.
The tree is bare and naked,
It displays feeble boughs,
It seeks solace from its ambience,
An ailing credence.
They stand beside each other,
The former, the pride of an agile town,
The latter, the bloom of an evolving town,
They stand in the shadows.
The sun sinks before them,
The moon takes the stage,
The former goes in search of a room,
The latter casts its gloom.
September 24, 2023.
Even with power of the red sun,
She could not destroy anyone.
Do you ever stop to think that you're a bus?
No I don't mean a vehicle that would go to toys r us
I mean an actual bus
Thats a representation of all of us
They stop at red lights
In spite
Of fights
Lonely nights
A low kite
A repetitive life
Green light, go
And that's the show
Come take a ride on my ebony thighs;
Sink deep into my intoxicating velvet walls
Envision black, brown, skin soaking up the moonlight
Touch my lips, with kisses, hard and full of passion
Embrace the beauty, lust, love-taste the forbidden, this is ecstasy
As the moonlight wraps around our soft mahogany flesh
As my lips blaze a trail from to your harden manly flesh
I want to make you quiver, shake, and moan
I want to take you to the edge of ecstasy, have you drink of my femininity and experience this love -dark mahogany
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