Trilogy
Part 2. A Kiss From Calypso (Body)
As the masters of the sciences study mathematical equations, the concept of Pi and the dark side of the moon through an ever curious telescopic view. The true answer of why the Sky holds the Heavens and the Earth spins on its axis is simply because you inspire it too. Ancient texts are read while searching for the genesis of modern language, what dialect originated from the lands from with which our forefathers came? Only to find that the true importance of various accents and jargon is that every culture has a unique idiom of speaking your name. Enchanted by every diamond curve of your body, I dream within a dream the silent aching of a man trapped within your prism. A perfect ten, fine as the most divine, a Goddess crafted in black gold, none of these monikers could even begin to describe your beautiful eroticism. Sensuality walking through the world, intoxicating the very words with which I write down on this paper. A longing to hold you for just the fading moments of the night, a desire to taste the honey from your suckle that not once has ever wavered. Before Halle was named most attractive or Beyonce was hailed as something great. They both were required to bow before your presence as loveliness was the name given to you at birth and so serves your fate. Before boys likened themselves to players and men dared fashioned themselves as pimps. They all knelt as gentlemen to kiss your hand, as one smile from you created within their hearts a permanent dent. Before even one rhyme was written or even inspired was a word from any of the above. In the twilight of my inner imagination did I fantasize about caressing your skin in efforts to create the definition of making love. I'd have to only envision that within the ocean of nirvana your soul continues to rise and levitate. Creating within heaven's kingdom the overwhelming need of the Angels to rejoice and celebrate. And for that reason alone I script these praises and refuse to even for one second consider holding my tongue. Because amongst even the most radiant of women you continually stand in the forefront which marks you as the One. The only lady who could stop a man dead in his tracks with a cold feeling of euphoria sweeping up and down his spine. A celestial monarch whose wonder couldn't be dampened by the perception of space nor time. So now as the middle section consummates and comes to a rather interesting climax. I leave you not with idle musings nor naive rambling, simply a short statement of fact. If after an eternity of searching for the right words to craft in appreciation of you, I haven't yet managed to pierce even a fragment of your heart then how ever could I hope to attain your affection's key?
Well I still have one last chance before the Sagas end, let the circle be completed in Part 3....
first poetry, then raps, now this. you just need to gon on and write a hollywood movie script bruh. and cut the shenanigans friend
