i’m in love with a beautiful girl,

she’s a black pearl, but more than just a rare beauty,

thoughts of her often consume me

when i’m lost, and she helps me to find my way..

not a hip sway guidance,

her mind is tried and true,

lips taste of kindness when my days are dark blue...

not speaking of lip service for the purpose of sensuality,

more like an alternative reality

that fulfills ancient prophecy...

Prophet be caught up in the rapture,

unable to adapt or conform,

inwardly torn from limb to limb...

to duty i’m sworn,

and chances are slim that i will ever write with as much passion as this,

and we haven’t even shared a passionate kiss..

she’s like the Black Power that i pump in my fist,

symbolic,

but the chronic pain is felt in the physical...

when i long for her presence my condition becomes critical,

so i just keep her with me,

and travel lightly still,

for her weight is like a cloud, we inter-galaxy chill...

we float,

we hover,

we soar on love’s drift,

and i thank the Creator for bestowing me this gift....