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The Poetess

She walked

on stage

in blue jeans

three inch heeled

suede shoes

and her manicured toes exposed

her head

and

eyes facing

upward

and nose being

tickled by

the hemline

of

God's purple robe

she was more

than beautiful...

she was a living , breathing

chocolate covered

rose

and despite

my

gift for words

in her

presence

they simply

froze

doubting

their

ability

to reach

...and if I'm just keeping

it real

I can't

even remember

if I was

able to breathe...

She

was that one...

That one

that made me want

to change my life

made me want

to take

cooking classes

just

to be

a more

rounded

type of guy

made me

forget every

reason

I didn't want a wife

made me want to

call all of

my boys

and tell

them they

can have the single “life”

That one

that made

me think about

holding

hands in

malls

all because I

no longer cared

about being called

“that

guy

that's whipped”

I'm telling

yall

...She was it

If an angel

would have needed

a body to inhabit

she would have been

the perfect fit

So I watched

from eye corners

from a coffe house

corner table

still unable

to form words

in this place

of flowing words...

in this place where

the smell

of coffee beans

and jazz music

should have been the muses

needed for me

to lay out lyrical odes and prose

like a verbal prodigy

it should have

been easy

to let her

see

that we

had been together

in eight other lifetimes

and that the end

on the other end of

her lifeline

she

has always been

connected to

me

So patiently,

I waited...

The moment chose

not to...

and so I watched as

she

and

those blue jeans

once more parted air like

an annointed Moses

did obedient waters

and once more I was the unproud

father

of another

baby named “what if...”

But I know

and believe

anything is possible

...and I'll

see her again

So

I recite this piece

on occasion after occasion

hoping

she hears

and remembers

that guy

at that corner table

in the coffee house

looking from the corners

of his eyes

watching

as she

walked on stage

with manicured

toes exposed

head and eyes

facing upward

as the hemline of God's purple robe

tickled her nose..

Lyrical

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By Royce