(I A MAN SPEAKING OF SHE... SEEN?) DEDICATED TO SHERINA
THE SOUND OF I A MAN'S HEARTBEATS... SEEN?
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Looking into her eyes I see I finity, the promise of rain on parched surfaces of I epidermical... seen?
Lips so full that I thirsty would slurp of them as plum... seen?
She so full of diversions that I artist would draw portraits with various means... The pen, the pencil and charcoal.
The palette splashed with color as I Picasso would paint her masterpiece.
The curves of her curves becoming...seen?
As subject of the story she would be told to the people time and time again, made into plays and immortalized on movie screens.
A chick flick that men would watch secretly curled up with popcorn... seen?
She the deep sighs as the strokes become form and take on life and breathe... seen?
The breakdown and the breakbeat as people gyrate frantically on the dance floor.
The music played as I warrior would walk onto the battlefield and confront the demons who would besmirch our ancestors memories...
Who would plot our demise as a race... seen?
I the conductor as she plays symphonic on I a man's heartstrings...
A wing of art in a museum in 4017 is she... seen?
Looking at her lovely nose I see these things as I a man speak artistically of she... seen?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
