A Kiss of Friendship

Was it, when we took that first dance?

Did you studder? Did you partake in the sudden isthmic space in the rhyme?

To another end, your climb was it…fascinating or peculiar, when your…captivating and resilient inquisitive, green-mahogany eyes first spoke to mine?

Was it when, you Mr. Gentle-man came to my escape… to bring the extreme downtrodden to the rainbow?

Was it when your lips began to caress mine at half-speed, slipping and luxuriously,

-MOST exquisitely… partaking in the spirit of that VERY second, which YOU took a deep breath and your instant heart beat first launched….out of control?

Or was it as we kissed, you breathe….. “stop, wait, again, really is this happening?”

- Upon my life began a friendship which I do not know, and cannot foretell, while the willows grow and the leaves partake in another season?

What it in that instance you finished your discourse above the reasons not, but instead found in your heart rather, without thinking you took the lead?

Did you ever finish the deed that would start this friendship with the brilliance of that inquisitive first glance, in that monstrous first…..Instantaneous kiss?

Waiting, my Dear….Down my back I feel your glare. Then, amongst my hands, among…turning and spinning, I feel your harmonious breathe upon the air.

-You welcome no regard for thought, but only joy in the feeling of not caring at all.

I ponder in my curiosity…”Was it the hip-hop, the rhythm….the beat or the jazz?”

No I think, “the blues, which was orchestrated by the jazz, backed by the hip-hop and systematically dictated by the soul of the moment in which we could not move, could not anticipate, could not resist, and could not believe?”

-which was created in perfect harmony to the orchestrated chance and fusion of both, which brought the generosity of speed in the dance of the moments?

“ Was it just the dance or the spinning of our hips, projected from the splendor of the moon?”

-Oh, that first kiss, while the moon moaned and the glow of words could not be said, when i saw into and beyond your… green-mahogany eyes…..

Mighty…

Mighty….long awaiting the…kiss.

-“Does your eyes take a show to the mystery of the wait and to fascinate the speed?”
Of how mighty!!!!

….Mighty…

You kiss with the baptism of the dance, walking within the ‘swagger’ in the road.
The hymnal of defeat cannot antagonize the arrogance of your own rebellion.

Wow,” the glory of your might!”

- “What should I have done in the quiet here?”

But miserably, I find reassurance in faith can bring me home.

Take the prudence, pride, but do not keep the passion at bay.

But the miracle is nothing more than the distrust of my being trying to contemplate the plan, which has no certain end.

However, While I’m turning the channels I find glory in the presumption to my inquiry…

Well damn… “that, right there, homey”

“That, righty there,”

Again I say…did not expect!”
“that, right there!”