Whatevership: Late Night Conversations
Words just poured out of my heart,
like pouring water into a vessel, into yours
They flowed out of the places I kept sacred
Away from those whose only intent was to take them
And execute plans of their own demise,
So my sacred place stayed impenetrable
The Frequency of this energy we exchange is rare,
See you didn’t know a sistah was so, sensual indeed
U can’t even fathom the idea of a lamb turning into a Lioness
in the height of the climax of the narrative we became one
Here we are as day transitions to dusk, I
belong to you... in a place that only belonged to us
When you look at me you seek more of me, the depth of me
But I proceed to go on about other things,
those remineses' are far to fragile to hold
The confabulation about past hurts,
Future endeavors, and Loves lost
You continue to articulate on your prime focus and future plans
Yet, it’s funny how sometimes we try to control fate,
But fate has a way of stepping in and controlling us
that space and time designed just for such an anomaly
That was my response
You drown in curiosity and still you want me
You fight from having me and taking me
As I have too with you,
yet your actions speak to contrasting views
Still conversation takes it place at the wee hour of the morning
We talk and we talk
Only to say good night with endearing thoughts
And unspoken dreams of each other
And wake up with good morning wishes
wishing there were more to this Whatevership.
©1997 N'game'
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