{LOVE STANDING IN THE GUTTER STUNNED AS A BUS SPLASHES IT WITH WATER}

{LOVE STANDING IN THE GUTTER STUNNED AS A BUS SPLASHES IT WITH WATER}
THE SOUND OF GETTING DRENCHED AND DEALING WITH IT...
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When will I get my chance to show you what real love is?
So many before me have left you standing at the verge of not believing...
Frattered and tattered, frayed and torn and I find myself trying to restore you.
Trying to paint you back into a vibrant existence.
I having found you in the arms of a barren relationship... She just a placebo.
I having found you with his child... He who could have been king beat down by society...
Scared to be man, as nigga he exists... The gun his power... He having lost his mind.
Firing shots that further decimate our society.
I wanting to touch your skin and sink into your soul.
Wanting to bring you bubbling forth as clear stream of consciousness from the depths of your earth.
You shining in my sun as you babbling stream become flowing river and eventually the oceans and seas from whence we sprang.
Clear water becoming salty like the amniotic fluid that nourishes our future.
It bursting forth screaming as it confronts the light... Absorbing it and growing into the here and now where we are found.
Where it will leave us and pass us on as another generation.
 I standing by the wayside as you stroll me by... A whiff of perfume and a pretty dress.
The click of stilettos and a beautiful behind.
A fleeting bit of divinity and the promise of redemption if only I could show you real love...
All I want is a chance.
Let me love away your pain.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY