Monday, October 10, 2011

When Love calls..title of this Portrait...Poem..by..Create

A poem...
WINDOW PANE..
what walks n
yonder stainGlass figures..
Where I am cut, where I am drawn
ur epitamy..raked n a fullness.of flesh.
i'm what admires, figures start to emerge..
n colors where can't find no other..
I searched through the concave shapes..
what edges me from objects
of paper clips and squares ending..
meeting suddenly comes out from hiding..
the arms of Black
sculpture..magnified, breathing
from behind.. I feel his air upon my neck
n2 a fragrance worth..what caresses
One's Body, totally owning Us..where
heat blends it's crystal, what shapes our desires
and curves a whinding room.
where chorus meets it's songs of Love..
grabs me, touches what engraves
where we are pronounced...a Rose.
.who breaks free and
captures two people..
the aroma..whose get lost n a trapped..
a masterpiece of Intimacy..
Achurch bell has gather all among..
being Pictured..
Black is Beautiful..wonderful..
the beginning of Nature..
What finds you and I..YOU & I>U & I..
where a Picture is worth a thousand
TOMORROWS..
Written..Copied..Marriage...
the PROPOSAL..where we shall meet someday..
SOON...The MATRIMONY..I prepared..
.SO God Be MyWITNESS, HONOR
when love calls..I shall take my hands 2b holdin you..
the honor of being...A picture's
worth..the Painting itself...A match made by
a stainGlass Ceremony..Created Just for
Y O U & I.....My Glass n Champagne 2 ur Caviar
the Taste of hopely being..a Portrait .
well Narrated..the Toast..to BLACK LOVE..
Create..Sheila. T Jordan