TOUCHED
Printed in
the July, 2005 edition of West Indian Times
A lot of brothers FEEL
me
But not too many TOUCH
me
Because their conversations
be like broth ....
Lacking substance
But then I met you
And something cosmic swept
through my orbit
I couldn't put my finger on
it
It felt as though a portion
of my soul was returned to me
When I looked into your eyes
a porthole was opened
And I willingly entered
because
I was compelled to explore
your depths
As I submerged deeper into
your dimensions
You had so much to offer
Almost too much to take
But I was like a dry sponge
Absorbing anything you
dripped
I was awakened by your
saturation
And propelled into
consciousness from your stimulation
The inoculation of your
wisdom strengthened my immunity to ignorance
Now I feel free.....
Free, Wild, Beautiful, Me
I didn't realize it until
you came along that the I in me was lost
I said the I in me was lost
But I've been retrieved and
given a reprieve to explore and fulfill my own destiny
As our fingers interlace and
you guide me on this Spiritual Safari
I watch in sheer amazement
as the light of GOD ignites our path
My hair was flowing
My soul was glowing
And my movements were
unrestrained
I brace myself for entry
Because our union is eminent
I see you with all of my
eyes
And I taste you with all of
my lips
You loved me in the ways of
Osiers
Going down to my underworld
and
Reincarnating my spirit from
all the broken hearts that killed it.
Damn, this thing feels good
You take me higher and
higher
Finally we reach the realm
ruled by Nut
Only to be gently
transported back to reality
As we lay there naked with
our souls exposed
I knew you were the one
Because a lot of brothers
FEEL me
But few brothers TOUCH me
And the funny thing is.....
You were touching me all
along and I just didn't know it......
Respect,
Rhonnie
Totally Pampered Day
Spa
