Black Poetry : intimate word moments

[4EVERLUV]

He used to read to me​

my​

being​

was taken by​

every silky note that came​

from within​

him​

his​

creative essence​

produced picture thoughts​

that I journeyed on of his memories​

hopes and dreams and wonderful imaginary things​

it was extraordinary the way his words​

spellbound me​

I​

cried​

when his words cried​

laughed when they laughed and​

learned when they​

taught​

He used to read to me​

with​

wisdom​

and witty phrases​

he kept me all caught up​

induced an addictive tendency in me​

that made my mind salivate at the thought​

of his words spoken​

to me​

intensified…​

my​

interest​

used to widen​

to feast on his compositions​

like​

a​

fiend​

every sound outside of his voice​

was nonexistent when he used to read to me​

often…​

I​

slipped​

between his lines​

and realized he relished our​

intimate word moments​

just as much​

as​

I​

He used to read to me​

someday…​

I​

hope​

he​

will​

…again​

Peace my sista poet....
You know...this is some kind of beautiful here.
All I can say is I luv it...Luv it!

Much Peace & Luv,
4EVER

 

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He used to read to me​

my​

being​

was taken by​

every silky note that came​

from within​

him​

his​

creative essence​

produced picture thoughts​

that I journeyed on of his memories​

hopes and dreams and wonderful imaginary things​

it was extraordinary the way his words​

spellbound me​

I​

cried​

when his words cried​

laughed when they laughed and​

learned when they​

taught​

He used to read to me​

with​

wisdom​

and witty phrases​

he kept me all caught up​

induced an addictive tendency in me​

that made my mind salivate at the thought​

of his words spoken​

to me​

intensified…​

my​

interest​

used to widen​

to feast on his compositions​

like​

a​

fiend​

every sound outside of his voice​

was nonexistent when he used to read to me​

often…​

I​

slipped​

between his lines​

and realized he relished our​

intimate word moments​

just as much​

as​

I​

He used to read to me​

someday…​

I​

hope​

he​

will​

…again​

Sister Poet Cocobutterskyn,

Intimate and lovely. The soft longing behind the subject's words is so touching...so familiar. Sis, I'm searching for words to say when all I can do is breathe this piece in. I love this..I truly do.

 

[butterfly#1]

Some day I would love to know the object of this wonderful display of love and loyalty. I viewed this piece as a young girl, admiring and loving her father innocently as her first love. And after growing into womanhood, and he in the depth of age and forgetfullness, she once again desired him to be able to read to her again.

 

[cocobutterskyn]

As usual I'm Coco come late to reply Anywho, thanks everyone for taking time to read and respond. I appreciate it! Be blessed!

MaddSistahlyLove!
Coco

 

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