From Journal Past Blast... My Perfect Lover

This week's Journal Past Blast entry is the first real poem that I ever wrote and liked. It was written during my first year in college – when I had my first real boyfriend. Anyway. Here it is.

My Perfect Lover

Cast over me the

shadow of your

fine black skin

And provoke my anticipation

with visible glares

of inspiration.

Intrigue my mind

with the passion

in your heart.

Beat your ambitious vows

into my love’s chamber,

accelerating my life’s rhythm

to a thunderous, eloquent melody.

Brush not ungranted wishes

upon my lips, but ignite

the blackened hopes of

my love’s –, disparaging

only the temptation

to forever illuminate

the glow of one lover’s night.

Whisper into my ears

the desires of such satisfaction

and ease secret nightmares

of history’s sexual deceptions

engraved                 as tokens

in my burdensome heart

that only now is pulsating

from your flaunting pleasures.

Lessen now the fire

of our passion flared in rhapsody

and remain once more

in your love’s soul

so that we may discover

an incarnate, as such, as

My Perfect Lover