(SAY MY NAME)
Such a delicate thing.
Almost a lesson in fragility.
The wings of a butterfly, the sting of a billion bees.
So lovely, so deadly.
My love, my love, I would seek of thee.
(Awakening)
Man mesmerized
Her being personified
Past, present, future.
Our existence still a mystery in the grand scheme.
We who would call ourselves these Suns of the Sun.
Daughters of the earth.
I would walk the entirety of this planet to glance into thine eyes.
(Scentsual)
She smells of the breeze
Her pheromones so unique
His soul awakens
A lonely griot, a wandering bard, heiroglyphics drawn on a cyber wall.
Such a vivid image imprinted on the screen of a man's soul.
Man would peruse of thine mysteries.
The antithesis to his thesis.
Together so entwined.
We these definitions of all these lives.
Such a delicate thing.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
