The Poetry Marathon

Juicy and sweet you

Are the island that I am

Drawn to fall for you.

Lips the color

of my hair and complexion

matching my and purse.

Light up my heart set

my soul ablaze genuine

and authentic attraction,

He almost captured

My heart… prayed that it would be

True. Not the first time.

It nearly took me

Out technology

Speaking I lost touch with me.

Soft yet outspoken.

Demure yet dangerous.

Cultured and Clever.

Kind yet curt.

Frank but not ever fiction.

Confident and curious.

Humble yet Honest.

Solid yet flexible.

The moment before the sun rises.

The second before …day breaks open your all.

Thoughts that ring true.

The moment the clock strikes 12.

Moon signals.

Noon signals.

Smokescreens.

I no longer look for time. Time seeks me.

So connected to the screen our eyes are now fraught with seeing double.

Angel numbers pop up if as if our eyes are magnetized in pairs.

11:11… 1:11…2:22…3:33…4:44…5:55…

It’s now all about synchronicity.

Whether you believe or not evidence is there.

To be seen and not heard. It’s absurd.

Yes we see it all happening in real time.

Don’t Drink Seattle.

Sugar…Dabble in Sour

Dough Instead…Bergamot Rain

Finally you are the bell of the ball.

You are the star player.

We salute you for all your mystery and shame.

They tried to smear your name.

Not taking the time to realize your power and depth.

I liked the nightlife all the same…

You did not have to become popular once again for me to respect your claim.

The end is insight.

I loved every second.

Well almost.

The pangs of pain were not from my stomach, but from my brain.

Not a headache all the same.

I look forward to this pleasure pain principle.

…Until we meet again on this poetry plane.

Be safe and take care.

I’m sure when I edit you if the morning I will have different eyes.