[LUCIDITY]

[LUCIDITY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/5NO0f7IXnPA


She falls from a mans mind...
Vivid and real and he writes of her curves...
The lovely of her build...
The lines and wrinkles that make her her.
He describes her as chocolate... As daughter of Eve... As Queen.
She the apex of his being... He of hers.
He sees her in sleep, in his wet dreams and in the dry ones.
He writes of the marks that stretch across her belly which tell of we...
Road maps to who we once were...
He talks of rubbing them, of kissing them.
She he reminisces sweet.
He in longing calls forth her image and breathes artistry into it...
Painting with pen strokes.
Rips her from the page in syntax...
She screaming in the sun as a phoenix born from the ashes of his rabid thoughts.
He washed in her fire becomes carbon, the base of human life.
He sits and contemplates her as she falls from his mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY