Cover Up Girl

This is to my cover up girl…

To my queen in the long dresses, real smile, and real hair.  She is a maze of amazing qualities calling my name from higher up.  In order to even capture her gaze in her capturing essence I must go higher up.  I cannot simply look up, but stand down, no- I must rise like dark night to dawn, touch my feet to clouds and stand. My. Ground.

My cover up girl isn’t like all the rest. She’s got class like Mrs. Cleaver, but yall just leave it to cleavage and though I blink when I see it, I already know… on the echelon pole of women with angelic glow she’s a rose on top while yall just battle for the bottom post.  My cover up girl is a secret like your deepest woes, but she wields joy in spades because her heart’s in the right place.

I never met a girl I didn’t want to holla at until I met her… Nor yet since. It’s nonsense to think another girl exists with her sense…  Never met a girl who I didn’t take at least ten seconds imagining what it might be like getting up under her skirt- caressing her face until my finger tips danced romantilustfully down her shirt so we could do the tango and end up… tangled.

My cover up girl gives me nothing to work with save the work I put in listening and trying to sound intelligent. Sure sexiness and crude humor loom under the sailing moon of our conversations, but for once… I don’t want it.  I don’t want the cart before the horse, the sweets before the main course, and what’s blowing my mind is, the depth of this friendship is making her more attractive than any girl I’ve touched or fantasized about before!

Good Lord!

It must be pig flyin season…

This is to my cover up girl.

For takin pride in this time between being invisible and seen… It calls out the man in me.

This is to my cover up girl who does not even know I admire her so…

Your wrap of choice is the jeweled gates of Heaven and even if nobody else believes it… I know.

Thank you… my cover up girl.

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On Two Legs in the Afternoon

Boy sees girl.

Boy makes a friend.

Boy and girl are happy.

Boy sees girl.

Girl has cooties.

Boy chases, and boy runs.

Girl runs, and girl chases.

Dude sees girl.

Girl is attractive and giggles.

Dude doesn’t know how to feel.

Dude sees girl.

Girl is hot and pays him no mind.

Dude wants to give her a shot.

Ol’ dude sees girl.

Girl knows she is seen.

Ol’ dude has only one aim…

Man sees woman.

… MAN sees WOMAN…

… And the woman’s gaze comes to rest on the man.

–now make your own ending–

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~The Wordsmith

Love Flutters

I can’t tell my friends about this… It’s just not a tough look.  It’s not a manly phrase.  They already know she pulls something wondrous out of me – no reason smiles, songs and melodies laced with mushiness, movie references I have no business making, heck even poetry verse with no rhyme… The list goes on.  I try to explain how I was clouded by bitter rain, living life first, but had a caboose heart – always at the end of the train.  My childhood plagued me, past relationships ailed me, my calculations played me, and I’m certain that somewhere somebody hates me… Such sentiments I keep buried in the confines of my heart’s depths – truths I dare not utter.  Trapped in the cocoon of my blunders, til I discovered…

Love flutters.

She came along like Polly, and wheeled me away like a dollie, I’m sorry, but probably I wouldn’t be so intoxicated had I encountered more anomalies.  Too many lady wannabees, buzzing around the comb, but producing no honey.  In the words of my mother – “Honey, please.”  I tried to avoid, but I still caught a few like disease, those fleas that leech, and let you scratch your itch to appease, but ultimately are not the embodiment for that which one seeks.  But her… At the first love flutter, I was so startled I called my brother.  He told me to get it together, no woman can be such a treasure.  I wanted to listen… I wanted to believe… But as soon as she came around me, the love flutters overpowered me.  My heart was beatin like it wanted out of my chest, my eyes were seeing light like perceiving life out of death.  I could barely catch my breath.  Heart pace runnin out of steps.  What was left?  Put these love flutters to the test.

My boys asked me to define this enigma that’s rigged my mind.  I told them to sit down, and watch the metaphors pass by… Have you ever been working hard, sweatin strong, sun blazing down?  She’s the cool cup of lemonade, and the breeze’s gentle sound.  If you playin spades, then she’s the ace, if you eatin sweets, then she’s the taste.  Judge found me guilty of true love, and I plead her as my case!  If you paint a rainbow in the sky – she’s the sparkle that catches your eye, the dream arising in your mind, and the promise of grace that God made to mankind…  If you run a marathon she’s endurance, if you’re lacking health then she’s insurance.  She’s a tourist of your personality, and a resident of your heart.  She’s the reason you run home after work, because she’s a home run woman, her exquisiteness is out the park.

I paused to catch my breath, and my homies were on they feet.  No reason smiles on they face, asking “yo, can you find one for me?!”  So many fish in the sea, but I’m just looking for one “A” to match my “B.”  Where do these women you speak of stay at?  I’m ready for love fluttering.  My mind is open, waiting for a dove to fly through the window.  I tell them, fellas I don’t know, she caught me surprise yo.  Just make your heart a home worth living in, your mind a place she can be freed in, your soul a megaphone for God to speak in, and your actions a direct correlation of what you believe in… Oh and don’t panic.  Cuz when you feelin smooth as butter, shapin your dough – cookie cutter, tearin your fears asunder, honing and pruning yourself to be a lover, it’ll happen… This girl will take root in your mind, and suddenly –

Love flutters.

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~The Wordsmith

The Girl That Changed Everything

I must admit… I’ve never done this before.  Normally things move at quite a more rapid pace, and in my haste I’m left with mess on my face… But for you – I’m going slow.  I’ve never done that before.  Normally I just jump all the way in, and get what I can get, before I get kicked… out.  Now, now I know what you’re thinking, and your perception of me is sinking, but what I’m talking about is my nature.  No, no stop thinking dirty – my nature is flirty.  I ease in with the charm, and the smile, and the wit like you’ve never encountered before.  My tactics surpassed that of a small army, because the first thing I do is cut your wires that trigger your alarming, so that everything I do is completely – disarming.  … But I didn’t do that with you.  I cannot.

I am moving slower than ever I have in my life.  Of course I have projections, and calculations – you very well could be my wife, but… I’ve never done this before.  Befriended as a friend with no intentions.  Wants yes, and hopes of course… But my thirsty mating call has grown hoarse, and I’ve mounted a new horse made of patience and endurance… Except on such a beast there is no insurance of assurance… Which is precisely why I’ve never done this before.  I’ve been afraid to lose to chance.  Too afraid to be enticed and then abandoned by romance.  So I gambled with double headed coins… A two faced maneuver that allowed me to engineer my own luck.  But with you… I don’t want luck.  I simply want – you.

How do I win your heart in a genuine fashion?  How do I get you to risk with me and step on this magic carpet to fly off further than you can imagine?  I am plagued by the fact that I can see you.  I see who you are… and long ranging implications of that which you will become.  I prayed, and I sought, and the Lord has said that yes – everything I would put in a basket for a wife, He has pre-packaged and bought… by creating you.  I dare not say I am in love – for those in such a state do crazy things.  But how long can I deny that you are her I would lay it on the line for?  How long must I keep silent about my growing affections?  … It’s your laughter.

I’ve never done this before… not led with a flirting sword.

I pray that you will be patient with me, and be brave and step into the day with me…

If not then I guess I’ll just be here waiting… hoping for a new idea…

Because I’ve never done this before.

~The Wordsmith