She was...

myself
scientific

in ways that were
way too much for me

startling me
jumpstarting

apart of me
scared
that was like wise

in wonders she was
more than than the 7th
in my world

a kemetic hieroglyph
somehow holographic she seemed
egyptian woman the color of cinnamon
rosy lipped lady that liked big faces
shined bright and made her own doe
and besides that
was really digging my cologne
as well as my poetry
that was earth shattering
encouragement

the way she would
sometimes shed her own
emotions like skin
just to stop and analyze
my emotions
seeing me clearly
inside inbetween the times
that she would finger pop
late night in anticipation of

when she would talk
to me on the phone
was more than sexual
erotic advances
coming at me with psychology degrees
and full fledged scholarship
fees to free me up a little bit more
for she
was psychotic in non threatening manners
almost manic
until it came time to concentrate on her
when we would focus on our enchantment
on us we chanted
meditated and sipped of each other
and then had communion
mentally she was my breakfast
ritual inspiring awe

every 1st sunday
in the morning
early we would made love
a meal
french kissed and toasted
to each other
sipping wine thinking
of trips we could take
that might imply paris
aspiring to make it

as long as it was only
half the cost
we thought
I wasn't working
she was my support
and that was stretching it a bit
so far but still
we were going overtime
in our spare moments

going at it sometimes
she was my shelter
I found solace
inbetween her facts and my fantasy
between those bricks
and still factoring in the reality of it all
we were fusing together
failing to leave ourselves
alone leaving so little wiggle room for dreams
unless they were of the day variety
without a night
light required
I just couldn't sleep
for fear
I might not awaken
(I'm dead serious)

...and still I remember slumber
sometimes when I am in the dark