The ART Show

I walked into this show
it was an art show, indeed,
there was a painter starting
to paint, and his strokes
brought him to me…

as the show nears its finale
each stroke from once before
whispered, gently my name
twice more, saying take me
in, witness all that is me

This here I paint is my only
masterpiece…my art show is
just a display of what’s inside
that I’m too scared to show case

my heart is only one, can’t be
refinished or retouched once
it’s broke I can’t just simply
stand there and recreate each
stroke that makes each beat
the vibrations that live in me

NOTE: this piece was started July 25, 2008 – I was just able to finish it today

His Master Piece

it’s the deepness of his brown
the smile that draws you in,
sista, I tell you, this art work
just welcomes, even sucks
you in…

it’s the structure of his stature
the definition that sets the tone
his strength never stops
turning me on

it’s the fullness of his lips
that creates the silkiness in
my lower hips, I’m feigning him
like he’s my drug and I’m his addict

it’s the look in his eyes, when that
dark brown meets with mine,
the pureness of his soul, I see,
every time he’s looking back at me

it’s the real beauty he holds
and carries so bold, his swagger
is something sexy that words
can’t explain, when it sets in
and warms me, I’m never cold

it’s the art work of him
that creates this priceless
master piece, that all of
me recognizes him to be…