For my beautuful black women
I WOULD CALL HER...
Her scent...
It's why I'd call her jasmine.
Sweet as morning to the terminal,
indigo nights when only the moon shows,
she couldn't possibly know,
the lengths I would go through to see her smile.
It's why I'd call her sight to me,
for there's only darkness until she's in my proximity,
clarity of fantasy in the harsh blurr of reality.
There's divinity in every move she makes.
Life in every breath she takes.
I'd call her Jehovah,
but then...
Who would I praise for blessing me.
I'd call her innocence if she wasn't so damn sexy.
The hold she has perplexes me,
yet sketches me a new destiny.
I'd call her Gemini,
for the scope of both her minds,
because I've embraced the duality simultaneously.
I'd call her beauty but there has to be,
a word that does more justice.
She's a plethora of endearments set in versus,
with the control she has I'd call her hypnosis,
I'm focused...
On just making her happy.
So she has to be,
what I'd call love to me.
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