5AM in Atlanta.

How I would love...
Love to trace your outline in the moonlight,
Let our shadows intertwine.
The stars are like paparazzi,
Millions of cameras flashing to capture these moments...
Moments defined by captivation of the mind.
Your imagination flooding with ideas and desires,
Your body's delta wouldn't be far behind.
Our lips become magnetic,
Coming together to share energy, kinetic.
So many sparks are flying,
The stars should really be jealous.
I'll pay them homage though,
I'll make constellations out of your hot spots.
Combinations of constellations cause conflagrations...
Explosions of senses and emotions,
Restraint results in convulsions,
Internal commotions beckoning for expulsion.
The astrology of your anatomy is fascinating,
But I'm an astronaut at heart...
And in admiring the heavens above,
I see them in you.
Beauty unparalleled,
Depth unimaginable.
Exploration is in order...
And I intend to fly through from every direction,
Landing everywhere until you encounter new worlds...
Places that have never been reached before.
Planets of bountiful pleasure,
Where sensation is found in ample amounts.
Moons glowing with the radiance of a body burning with passion.
There's so much waiting to be discovered...
Pining for a pioneer, a person like no other.
How I would love...
To be your lover.

-A. Lewis

A Rose Grew From Ice - 3/8/13

When your warm heart ignited mine,
A rose grew from ice.
My passion unearthed.
The beauty birthed.
Light created by the flame,
The flame lit by accident,
The accident planned by divine hands.
How it happened still leaves me quizzical,
But the unexpected yielded the unequivocal.
Passion never dies,
But dormant it can lie.
Covered by bruises,
And the scars gained when one loses,
It will slowly become inactive...we are often clueless.
A dim light still shines,
So we think all is fine, in our minds.
In our hearts though,
We know the truth.
It really doesn't take a sleuth.
We are aware of when our fires are weak,
And it's typically when we assume our outlooks are bleak,
Especially when it's love and affection that we seek.
Mine had decided that since it felt unrequited,
It would pipe down, slowly die down, and be quiet.
I was once gung-ho,
Always down to try it...
But as maybes became 'we haven't spoken lately,'
Doubt took hold, and there was no way to pry it.
Doubt is threaded with spiritual fears
And full of spiritual tears...
A wet rag that will smother one's flame.
It eventually has to be wrung out,
Contributing to one's shame by forcing someone to take part in their own blame.
But before that could happen,
I met someone pivotal.
The unexpected yielded the unequivocal;
How it happened still leaves me quizzical.
The accident planned by divine hands,
The flame lit by accident.
Light created by the flame,
The beauty birthed.
My passion unearthed.
A rose grew from ice,
When your warm heart ignited mine.

-A. Lewis

A Question, In Earnest - 3/7/13

Just give me a moment of your time...
A distant corner of your mind.
Give me some sort of audience,
That's all I ask.
You see, there are things that need to be said,
Thoughts earnestly wanting to leave my head.
My heart's in my outstretched hands,
And that's how I'm being led.
I typically wear it on my sleeve,
But I figured you'd find that hard to believe...
Even if you did see it with your own eyes.
Your third one has deceived you before,
Looking past signs you couldn't ignore,
Projecting potential greatness on the disrespect that walked through the door,
So you're wary of the other two...
That's why I'm trying to give you another view.
I could make a case for why I should be loving you,
Or mention how I'd love to be touching you,
But I'd rather have my honesty be the one hugging you...
Instead of doses of lies drugging you,
A facade creeping up from behind and mugging you,
Taking away your love and your open mind, spiritually plugging you,
Leaving you connected to a rolling stone, constantly tugging you.
Pardon me if I'm bugging you,
It's unintentional.
But I think you're some type of exceptional,
So naturally I had to make my approach unconventional.
It's also unconditional.
Most like to play a game of back-and-forth,
Giving a little here, only if they receive a little there.
I've put mine all out on the line,
Hoping my farfetched attracts your rare.
I'm aware that I'm leaving myself so bare...
But if making myself defenseless penetrates your defenses,
Then I'll take any pain I have to bear.
And that includes reining in my heart,
If you decide you don't want to share.
...but all of that is neither here, nor there.
It comes down to a simple question:
May I have a chance, one that's fair?

-A. Lewis

4 AM...and the things that happen.

You were naked long before you undressed...
That bare soul was beauty my mind had never known.
I had never gone so far as to reach for the stars,
But I saw them in your eyes and wanted nothing more than to take us there.
Inspiration was motivation to reach the destination.
Your body was perfect to these flawed eyes...
Eyes flawed because they had never been adjusted to you.
The Creator's craftsmanship was never in question;
Your mind is an intricate maze,
Meant to confound any man unworthy of the blessing it protected,
And hone the worthy man, so that when he received it, he wouldn't neglect it.
Your design is sublime...
It is a strong, faithful soul that straightens your spine...
But tonight, it is meant to arch.
Skin will meet skin,
Senses will mingle,
Spirits will intertwine.
We come together to experience the eclipse.
Mind, body, and soul all align
To eclipse space, light, and time...
And in the shadow of it all, the world will fall.
Everything we know will vanish.
We will only be able to feel...so let's take advantage.
Every breath will fuel a locomotion of emotions...
A fiery commotion in an ocean of notions...
Thoughts, ideas, burned away.
Attention freely focused on the moment,
Attention we'd normally yearn to pay.
Love was happening at the behest of lust...
The worst of enemies brought together by the best of trust,
By the success of us.
Our connection was so deep...
It was as if we grew closer even in our sleep.
I exploited that depth, and it spilled over onto the sheets...
Minds wrapped in souls, expanding in bodies, wrapped in heat...
Sweating what couldn't have been salt....
It just felt so sweet.
I've never felt so invigorated by feeling so beat...
The connection had ascended,
The bond was now complete.

-A. Lewis

Musings at 4:28 AM...

Just imagine someone trying to show you a new world...
Exploring different hot spots before entering a new galaxy.
Thrust by passion, reaching deep within to open your third eye to a new peak,
Where love and lust combine to blind all senses beyond the connection the two souls are making.
Legs and lips are quaking as astronomy takes place.
You reach a new world by seemingly flooding this one with the passion you can no longer contain,
I spill my soul into a container...
And it's back to Earth.

-A. Lewis

Peering Over The Edge - 2/24/13

Begin us on a journey of knowledge.

We'll learn the balances between our strengths and weaknesses...

To the right person, imperfections can be flawless.

Ignite the flame.

Fuel the fire.

Incite my imagination,

Penetrate my passion,

Intrigue my soul.

Reach deeply,

As deeply as you've been hurt.

I'll meet you halfway; you'll never do all of the work.

Leave your past behind you.

I promise never to remind you,

Never to use scars as examples to rewind to,

Never to use your insecurities as a way to confine you.

Never to use your fears as a way to malign you.

I'd much rather define you...

See what's special about the way the Creator designed you.

I know I was put here for a purpose; I want to know if you think you're divine too.

We just might build a pyramid from the ground up...

It's key that we're starting from the bottom.

Bricks from our defenses are falling like leaves in autumn,

And they're dropping into all of the right places.

Piece by piece, forming a foundation at the right pace.

Stirring my soul has created a hurricane of honesty,

Washing upon the shores of your reluctance.

Barren fields absorb the pouring truth, bearing fruits of substance.

The parts of you that guys ignore,

The parts of you that you wish they would adore,

The parts of you that you didn't think were attractive anymore...

They all have bloomed anew.

That fire in me that you started? The Sun that helped them as they grew.

We never know the deeper meanings of the things we do...

So reach deeply,

As deeply as you've been hurt.

Intrigue my soul.

Penetrate my passion, 

Incite my imagination.

Fuel the fire.

Ignite the flame.

To the right person, imperfections can be flawless.

We'll learn the balances between our strengths and weaknesses...

Begin us on a journey of knowledge.

-A. Lewis

A Brief Letter to a Bad B*tch - 2/9/13

I know.
I know you have issues,
That you've spent cold nights with wet tissues,
Tissues featuring smudges blacker than the scars on your soul.
It's ironic that while you believe your heart is made of gold,
You portray it as nothing but glitter and complain when it's cheaply sold.
I guess self-fulfilling prophecies never get old.
You would rather be right about the wrong things...
Rather ignore something big to harp on the small things.
But you can't expect to reach big dreams with small wings.
There is so much greatness within you.
More than you know. ...even more than you show.
What you think lies between your thighs,
Is trumped by what lies behind your eyes.
Sexual proficiency...emotional deficiency...mental inefficiency.
You know how to lay down...
Your emotions? You play down...
Whenever you think you should leave? You stay down.
But things shouldn't be the same now.
You're capable of so much more.
I know.
I know because I've seen the sparkle in your eye.
I've seen how intense you are when you really try.
Love has yielded nothing more than hatred,
But you must recall you've dealt with sinners that didn't consider your temple sacred.
They saw what they wanted and decided to take it,
Not considering that love is, and can only be, what you make it.
If love was shown to them in the dictionary, they'd probably still mistake it.
And in search of something real, you found ways to fake it.
Considering all of your defenses, I don't think any of them ever really saw you naked.
And despite being inside of you, none of them ever really penetrated.
Relations were being demonstrated,
and relationships were being implicated,
But reservations were being instigated.
You wanted to commit, but you were too afraid.
They never planned on committing, but acted as stand-up guys to get laid.
In sad irony, you resorted to mind games, hoping not to get played.
I know.
I know that you want something different, something intimate.
However, you'll date the wrong guy to be right upfront,
Rather than take a chance and possibly end up wrong a few months into it.
Courting seems laborious...and even though you'd never want to be notorious,
You wish you didn't have to go through that "get-to-know" phase.
Smokescreens have left you in a haze; sex has left you in a daze.
It's as though you're in a trance, doing it all in the same ways.
Familiarity makes it all easier...safer.
But if you don't change now, the world will change later.
Your purpose is much greater than being a pleasure for men,
While to yourself being a traitor,
Exchanging self-love for lust as a misled trader.
I know.
I know because I've paid attention...
Whenever your true feelings are mentioned,
I'm the one that listens.
I enjoy our friendship.
I see your future glisten.
I see the good in you, the part you seem to keep missing.
My dear friend, you are a queen...assume your position.

-A. Lewis