ecliptic into a universe of tears
where words bare the burdens of buried thoughts.
She walks on clouds of lessons learned
falling from grace at an early age.
For her mind represents patterns
forming phrases of rhymes.
She is time standing still
frozen into moments of eternity until she moves.
I am incarcerated into the black hole of her lyrics.
She speaks to my soul's contentment
from the hypnotic flow of her hip movement.
I learn to understand her within each stanza
until each word transforms into lines
forming paragraphs until pages become endless.
In a world filled with chaos she gives me freedom.
Escaping from the darkness
with the glow of her candlelight.
She spreads her insight to my inner demons
entrapping me till I find myself possessed,
with my soul laid to rest
exhaling a dying man's last breath.
She is every metaphoric phrase,
every simile or hyperbole
used in conjunction or individually.
For she can stand alone on a page completely free
and comfortable because she is allowed to be herself.
Her glamour is isolated and unique,
the curls of her hair like looping pen strokes
the bat of her eyes resemble
commas and quotations
the pucker of her lips like bold text on the page
and the scent of her skin
like fresh artistry written on paper.
She is paradise captured into humanistic form.
She was born beautiful into an ugly society
where her words confuse the minds of the normal
because she's misunderstood.
She can contaminate the planet
with a plague of her own predictions.
She is a psychologist philosophizing
the philosophical philosophy of people's pain.
She is the pen.
Ink flows from the pores of her skin
tattooing white sheets of paper
with her inner most secrets.
She spreads like a virus transferring her poison
from one word to the next
until every letter is contaminated with her vision.
Her eyes envision this Earth as her prison
with the letters POETRY
on her heart as an inscription.
She is addition, subtraction,
multiplication and division.
She is the line that separates
a new faze from tradition.
She is 360* degrees of rotation,
an orbital goddess of circular motion.
She is the voice box transferring messages
through open mouth and tongue
affecting mental brainwaves and eardrums
till the spirit becomes high.
For her ink bleeds more blue and black
words on paper
than stars cloud the midnight sky.
She is a thought, a phrase, a meaning of expression.
Exquisite in every sense of the word.
For she is POETRY!!!
