I need to see an Optometrist

cause i got a love stigmatism

not the kind I can kiss either, moreso the anticipatory may never happen for me longing to be touched wanton love type vision blocker

I can't pay attention

so I steal moments

reliving the sensualities of yore

days passed carried sweet whispers like chicago wind

strong enough to knock me down

now disrespectful inuendos and series' of excellent suitors from far away taunt me with a gentle breeze of maybe

let him be your paper airplane in the chicago wind, you just might end up in the eden of your dreams.
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"With peace and love in my lungs,
I hold my breath until the Poet returns."

--Boxcarboys

this reminds me of a nikki giovanni piece called i wrote a nice omelet...it has that same witty breeze to it



was dug....miss k

and your message is complex in its simplicity....

that's so cliché but who cares it's true

your words reached
to the east
longing to listen
for the rip of sheets
as paper gave way to the pen
and recorded your every breath
this wind you speak
hurled across a devide
lifted mine own blind needs
and met me
like a hurricane
twisting i long to be
in the center of your eye
do u see me?

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder