This is a short poem, a little simpler than I’ve written in the past couple weeks. The last poem “Conversation” was inspired, in part, by this poet I heard recite her pieces two weeks ago. I was thinking about her regal presence, and the fact that she was called “Empress” by some of her friends on her Facebook page, and I came up with this piece. Enjoy!
Beautiful Black queen, regal Empress,
Your words inspire me, makes me want to impress
You, express the way my stomach flip-flops around you;
Your words make me shiver, I have to supress
My voice’s quiver, without success
As your presence overwhelms me!
Listening to your flow makes me go weak in the knees –
I’ve never had a feeling like this!
You stand tall, beautiful and proud;
Shapely: lovingly crafted by the Master Sculptor…
I dream of unleashing the lioness within
Releasing your wraps, wrapping my heart within your
Locs like a garment, writing my feelings on my soul like parchment…
Drinking in the essence of royalty
Your hands encircling mine transfers power, spoils me
For the touch of your energy
And no one else can consume me completely
By just a word, a glance, overwhelmingly
Sensual, yet carrying this amazing beauty
That stops me from speaking
As my heart seeks your eyes – meeting
An Empress in the flesh.