(FRIDAY MORNING IN NEW BABYLON) OF LOVE AND THE JONES
So fascinating, and I be trying to put her into perspective.
She such an elusive specimen and I the wonder filled observer.
So many mysteries that she keeps me enthralled.
I want to know she in the most intellectual ways, the most carnal of ways.
I would observe her in absolute awe until the day I no longer inhabit this mortal thread.
Her mind I would make ooze in braingasms as I the traveler would tell her of the worlds I've seen.
The galaxies I've crossed to find she.
I seeking to vibrate her very core, play on the strings of her heart.
A song so stringent that the pressure exerted would collapse suns, cause big bangs.
Darkness becoming light as new life forms would erupt from oceans never having seen birth.
Primitive societies painting we as gods and goddesses on cave walls and pyramids.
Civilization following in our wake, born of the union of Son and Earth.
We realized.
We theorized.
We in fruition.
We.
She and me.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
