Harlem Nights

You are my renaissance man.

1920's cool.

The Hughes to my Langston

The hues to my blues.

Tears flow from my eyes

As the negro speaks of rivers and blue skies.

Wanting to be near you like Minnie, mooching off of your intellectual jazz and Calloway swag.

Fats Waller playing the ivories as I give you the keys to my heart at my own rent party.

Jazz filled sounds of trumpets, saxes, and trombones play legato notes on my intellect.

Each slurred note slaying me into a world of chromatic agony.

Knowing music is my weakness, I can't counteract with a harmonic.

Already too much dissonance in our love chord.

You made a Duke Ellington crescendo in my life giving me the weary blues.

A weary torment I will endure for a lifetime.

Your words are my jazz.

Your eyes are the blues to me.

But there's no place Id rather be

On a night like tonight in Harlem.

The Seduction in Anticipation

Have you ever wanted something so bad that it literally almost hurt? I'm talking about a yearning out of this world for something that you expect and already know to be amazing.  The wanting behind the anticipation is the seduction.  The untold that is  only discussed between two individuals via vibes.  Nonverbal communication at it's finest. The longer you wait the more you want it.  Sure, you can think about them later while daydreaming, but it's nothing like when they are actually in your presence. Just like champagne enhances the flavor of the strawberry; so does this person being near you enhance your desire.  The thought before the act is the greatest pleasure.  It is the purest form of foreplay.  Being mentally engaged will only make that actual physical reciprocation that much more intense.  Whether you anticipate the seduction or revel in the seduction of the anticipation, you are bound to be pleased.

Transparent

The surface holds so many first impressions.
An array of smeared happiness and contentment

to give a different perception and conceal the pain underneath.
What you see is not what you get.
Can't be transparent and elude from the persona that you are trying to give.
Insincere Smiles and laughs to hide the tears and rage.
Hoping that people just see you without seeing through you.
You've become so apparent that you can't even see you are transparent.
Lines are blurred by your attempt to live oblivious to the opaque nature of you

Your perception of yourself has now altered your reality of who you are.
Soul searching leaves you lost in translation from the different variations of who you envision.
Let people see you, because even when you think you're hiding,

we still see right through you.