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It was our first encounter
I stared into her eyes as she said
“Hi Wes, it’s nice to meet you”
Likewise
Her cheek gently brushed against mine
And although it was the first minute of our first time
I realized
That I had missed her
Nostalgia set in
I didn’t know it then
But this was only the sad prelude
To the most beautiful thing
Inspiration…

Dreadlock Medusa
Nested within the creases of my old soul
Vision of splendor
Birthed by a mind warped by loneliness
Ornament placed atop the peak of my darkest days
You light my way
And escort me out of them
Dee…
High powered thing of beauty
Mutation
Dark globes scan surroundings for nastiness
And annihilate it
Eyes turn negativity to stone…
Wherever she goes monuments arise
Her gaze restructures landscapes
Restructures Man’s fate
Genesis power
Yet she tends to forget it
I won’t let her, I won’t let you
Let my notes be the haven you run to
When your memory fails you
Full time deity
Part time muse to me
I long to watch my imagination make love
To the concept of you
A voyeur within my poetry
My blood boils and I touch myself at the mere thought of it
You are perfect
Dee…