You know them days when you don't want nobody around you
Quiet sounds and shyt, no interruptions from your thoughts of being better
A day when the wind is whispering to you, urging you to talk to God
When you know you have your inner world to perfect...before your energy you project, to the outside world
Where a bed of black roses lay at your feet. And honeysuckles give you dream waves, and bees buzz you with honey. You feel sweet....
The high that comes from the warmth of another Soul reminisces in your mind, double time
I am a poet, I am an artist.
Can I live in these graces without any interference?
Can I taste maraschino cherries on scoops of orange sherbet and mix ginger in my tea?
Can I soak cucumbers in honey oil to enhance forgiveness and positivity?
I want to climb mountains, I want to sleep in trees
I want the Creation of Love to provide a sensation
I want to clear the clutter from my mind
I exhaled and it feels damn good
I. Am. Afiyana.