There used to be a time.
I would form poems in my mind, before I wrote them down.
Such a time now seems like a distant memory.
Now, the letters just fall off my fingers.
The words choke me on their way out.
They rap softly at my door.
Then hop all over, the moment I let them in.
Maybe it is because we are joined at the hip.
You are the tune that no longer kills me softly.
You watch me rolling up this hill like this heart is in need of Zion.
The rocks at my feet try to build a wall that stops my rhythm.
This song that claims the dust you shake off.
Your feet move to the whistling of the wind between the grasses that now beckon you to their roots.
My eyes remain fixated on your face.
Watching a teardrop of joy mark your left cheek.
The whispers of angels brush your eyebrows.
Carving a straight path to your mind where a classical ballet is in motion.
I’m conducting with all my soul to the beat of your heart.
Feelings are electric and in spirit we dance to this music.
We form our own country amidst the watchful eye of these folks.
Don’t they see that we form a shield against all their judgements?
They can try all they want but this house stands not on just rock but hard metal.
Their voices can try match our crescendo but we choose to ignore their innuendo.
I care nothing for their alternative sounds when I’m in awe of the soundtrack to my heart.
I am captivated and held in a trance so my wings can grow painlessly.
This is the new age and the alleged allegro of our love will not faze us.
They do not understand that I am ok with you becoming my blues.
The repression of my depression is no longer needed.
The melancholy of my notes now just makes for easy listening later on.
It is only in this pin drop silence that my drum and bassline can be heard as it approaches from afar.
It is only then that I can make out your words.
It is here and now that I can see you for who you are.
The only way you can leave me singing of the revelation of the gospel of pure and true love.
Your lips beat me out of the box so my mind can be open to the impossible.
This way I don’t have to ask for your hand in marriage but your heart with courage.
You have become my nonexistent path that I do not plan to leave on the trail I have created.
I drop more bombs on my burning bridges.
Because, I have arrived at the castle whose keep I have no plans of leaving.
I no longer put my emotions in check but place love under siege.
If I’ve broken so many hearts maybe this hitman finally needs a bodyguard.
After being tone deaf for so long I now have the right pitch.
Zigzag sidewalks try to make me lose my way to this opera.
Ready for the beat to drop so I can string my bow.
Advance swiftly to the front of the choir just before the instrumentals set the speakers ablaze.
I pluck a few notes to introduce her as my new melody.
You might need to stay seated for this orchestra.
The Divine Bandit™ 