There was always something about you
That thing, that thing
Was it your voice or the purity of your mind?
Scratch that - Your mind was/is far from pure. LOL!
That thing, it’s driving me insane not being able to say
What was it?
It couldn’t be your eyes because I was never privileged to look into them
I hear from those who did that they were at times, deep pools devoid of light
At other times, blazing with the intensity of the sun
I’ve been told that your eyes are a rich dark brown
I hear them say they catch the light and even turn grey
It’s not your kinky, African hair
Full and springy, so I hear
No, it’s not your skin, quick to warm at the slightest touch
Not your touch, not your touch.
Fit to light me up like a torch.
I never felt you, but it would have been such a rush.
Was it the quickness of your wit?
The way you had with a turn of phrase
The passion I heard when you spoke in those days
I loved that you loved to dream out loud
You weren’t afraid to put it all out there
Your words came to me in my sleep
I loved the generosity of your spirit
Your quickness to praise
Was that it? The thing, that thing…
Your words spoke of a man who would give and give…and keep on giving
Makes me blush to recall what I imagined
When I heard India sing her complicated melody
I thought surely, she reached into my mind and stole my song
In my mind, you were nothing less than perfection
The sum of everything I thought a man would be
The perfect blend of sexy, smart, cocky, naughty, complicated yet vulnerable
In my head, you could do no wrong, were always on point
That thing, this thing
Can’t place my finger on it
Can’t find the words for it
That it, that it
You had it and because of it, you had me.
Nne somebody used to blog some years back. I'm grateful she chose to share this with us, I pray she finds the passion again.