Intertwining Of Free Spirits Poem by Rason Ridley

'..I hope I'm not being rash but..your that itch I just gotta scratch, my calm demeanor and distant behavior is a pretense, captivated by your eyes, I stare into them and it all makes sense, your the period at the end of my sentence, I'd love to be sentenced 25 to life with you..I'll be the pupil and you the sensei, teach me how to love you the right way, I think of you and my pupils dilate like a star collapsing in on itself, heart skipping beats your so bad for my health but your my medicine when I'm melancholy
My soul soars when this Queen of melanin calls me..King, I want to be on your skin, apply me like lotion, I'm bewitched and dont care, I'd nonhesitantly drink 4 vials of your potion, I know your so potent, chest burning from the heat of the passion I feel, you embody The beauty of The Most Highs artistic concoctions, Drunk off you, the presence you give off is stronger than a shot of gin, the frequency of your vibrations blanket my spirit gently, I frequently think about my past but you remind me to stay present, It'd be rude to turn this gift away, I thank Fate for this present
I want to take more of you than the doctor prescribed, I might odee, you fill me with a euphoria I can't describe
but Ill try..
It feels like I'm a King in a golden throneroom & she's at my side, I command lions, move mountains, can choose from a plehtora of women but she's where my heart resides
It feels like.. tsunamis causing catastrophic earthquakes rocking my world, the earth shifting off its axis, disasters of the best kind bordering on cataclysmic, I feel like I'm battling the tide of several oceans, denying the surge of these emotions, I resist but my muscles weaken because in my heart I know she's the Chosen One
I am the earth warmed by her shine, she is the glowing Sun, simultaneous shots of a thousand guns couldn't usurp the sound of my heartbeat as she speaks, her voice soothing relinquishing my fears,
My mouth waters at the thought of the cherry bursting with flavor.. that taste that I savor
Can I be your savior? I see her..but most importantly I hear her, the almost inaudible sound of a plea, ..I want this work of art to accompany me and be free, the archnemesis's of the stagnation of society.. not held down..2 artistic, melanistic, fantastic fiends!