{THE DOOR, THE KEY, YOU AND ME}
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/MkbdOZHfIbI
In these letters would I break into a million trillion glistening pieces that would caress you as a fine dew...
Fall upon your melanated skin as a fine mist... Cover you in my fog.
Sink into your structure and rearrange you from the inside out as I pour down as black love pon thy Oh my African queen.
Tingle the follicles that produce thine nappy roots... I a traveler would chart thy spirals and lay waste to any that stood in our way.
In these times where men are content that you are held in contempt I alone would face the hate that produced such hate...
Becoming the thump that is the sound of our hearts strong.
The bump that nudges us along.
In these letters would I rain down like napalm and set sticky fire to any that would defile thee.
Your form my catalyst... I born in thine spark.
A lone form dancing in the light of the revelations that thou hast brought forth from my aching...
From the pain of learning that once we knew these things...
You the image sculpted from the clay of a riverbank in Kenya.
Rib of my rib... The cartilage in my backbone.
The surety in my footfalls.
In these letters would I paint thy picture and display it in a museum as the model for all female hue-mans...
Walk children past it and watch their little chests swell with pride as they realize that they have the same brown eyes and the same darkened flesh.
Tell stories of us rising from the depths of mental slavery and materialistic pride...
In these letters would I speak of our connection to the cosmos and the time continuum...
How we finally regained our ability to cross dimensions...
Lost in a moment of love so great that a man gave up heaven for his empress...
They becoming mortal after eons of living eye-ternal
In these letters would I die content upon knowing that thou had read them and overstood how much I loved thee.
A letter...
A paragraph...
A possibility...
The key.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
