Walking Poetries

Brownstone

Made love to your mind and your body like a three some
Until three some
It's like you see something in me
Never seen in a mirror
A reflection never been clearer
Knocked on your door for something sweet
An exchange
But never gave you me
Entered your home
Eyes of windowed pain
A familiar stranger
Discovered comfort just had to rearrange
Raked your dead ends
Your leaves have to leave
The baggage had been claimed
Left some change
On your side dresser
Never  promoted prostitution
Wanted you to be free
To ring bells of revolution
Fed you spoons of Transformation
From your table of contemplation
The kitchen got to hot
Tasted salty seasoning without reasoning
Blessed your cotton socks
You thought you were given temporaries
Planted new seeds
That wanted you to reap
Didn't think the only time they would soak is when you weep
Sipped the bottled emotions
Cause it looked like the bottom of the ocean
Could I even swim so deep?
The waves of intensity
Were so far out didn't know they were meant for me
Paid to the attention of high tides
Let me rub your temples
In your high rise with your high eyes
Watched the sunrise
Dismantle destress in this Phase
Of the moon
A sailor was too busy staring at the too soons
Emptied and moved the doubt that had room
Made space to receive
So a thought could conceive at noon
Respect tucked me in but pride was by my side
Waiting to property bloom
Your thorns a distraction
A deadly attraction
Judged you by your structure•
Handled your garden too rough
Required love on this sculpture
A little pain for being in the frame
Of your mind
Pictured Your cluttered attic
But You took a train to my station and only heard the static
When you dug deeper my soil was erratic
A New York State of panic
Feet were never planted
Sucked into your gravity when I never plan it
Penetrated your mental
And the song of your voice still echos
It's not the tool but the man wielding the instrumental
You knew you were sent for me
You knew you were symphony number 1
Almost treated you like a pencil
Same material but your smile is at least 3 stories
Read every single page
Sequined sequels
Climbed every stair to your stage
My vision locked on your talent
A spotlight or two
I fell for you out of the rhythm and blue
Into the Long Island sound
Took the 2 north bound
And profound you
On a new land
Where the rest assured
Brushed lips with the sand
Door cracked open
Knobs are clammy
Didn't remember swallowing these butterflies
Let the language of my love fly
And prepared myself for better or worse
Even cranes in the sky
An early morning honey dew list
Allowed our fantasies to roam
A vibe a connection a definite tone
You no longer spoke to my gate keeper, insecurity
But to me
Your other home
Brownstone