(META LOVE DROP)
THE SOUND AS LOVE AND MAN CONVERSE...
Love sitting on the bench beside me and I questioning her existence.
Her smell wafted my way and I in confusion sniffed deeply, love smelled like so many things.
Memories flooding the subconscious,Love causing tears to form in the corners of my eyes.
Love watching the traffic pass by licked her lips, so glossy.
I spoke and Love turned her head, the red tips of her dreads as I said "What must I do to attain you, I surely have paid the cost by now. My heart bears the marks."
Love blinked her eyes, such an innocent gesture, it seemed to be in super slow motion.
Love spoke and her voice was born of the salt of the earth and the blue of the skies.
"Really? You think that you have paid the highest price?
Men's bones bear my scars, women's souls carry my pain, your journey has only just begun.
I looked at the wispy clouds that stood in the bright blue crisp sky and thought for a moment.
"So the things that you took from me Love did you do that from hate, as a cruel joke?"
Love giggled, again the innocence of the gesture seemed to hold so much more meaning as her thigh moved.
Love indeed was fine.
"I do not have time for such frivolity, I am here to teach you hard lessons so that when you have me you will appreciate me. Some go whole lives and do not learn these things, I listen to their bones as well, I hear their souls cry."
I in envisioning these things that love described felt shook in my universal, my vision shifted and the day took on a new aura.
I sat in silence with love and watched as the day continued into night.
Love with glistening eyes.
I with tears in mine.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
