{THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED}
THE MUSIC THAT ACCOMPANIES THIS SCRIBE...
https://youtu.be/rakz5f18N_Q
Some African Tai Chi, Rendered Yin and Yang type a thang.
So easily the flow... Such a sensual ballet.
Our words as softly pattering rain bringing magnificent life.
A moment as I breathe of your soul, so refreshing the smell.
Fresh and aromatic.
Your skin is the catalyst of my funkiest dreams as we pivot and gracefully dip.
Dancers suspended as the bass bumps and the melody flows so sweet.
A fall through the clouds could not be this exhilarating... No mountain stream could be as rejuvenating.
I can feel you in the honeycombs of my bones.
The very marrow of who I am as I inhabit this planet of my physical birth... Harbinger of my spirituality.
Our voices soft talk of remembered things, so like leaves blowing in a fall breeze, whispering and shushing...
So lulling.
We talk of tremendous things... Such weight and we carry it so light.
We who have become Kings and Queens born of such dark roads.
Eons lived or so it would seem... such great change.
A look and you so afrocentric call me home to the motherland that we were born of.
The roots and the spirals of the universe that abound in your locks...
I hesitate for to reach out and touch may cause you to evaporate.
A wisp... A sigh... A long and lingering look.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
