Her Temple...and the Poetry That Ensued

...and when she undressed,
I saw her temple as it was intended.
Divinely built,
A place of placid power and graceful purpose...
Amazing.
It was poetry in motion...
Time is an endless pad,
And we wrote on our own terms.
Acting out our own words,
Indulging in passionate verbs...
Doing whatever our souls impelled us to do.
True free verse.
Our bodies were writing separately,
But our souls aligned from time-to-time,
Creating powerful rhymes.
So much emotion in every line...
My length flirted with her depth,
Two different ways to reach a climax.
A combustible combination.
Fiery sensations that could burn the imagination,
Similes struggling to convey the sensations.
I had never been so stirred...
My perception was so stimulated that it blurred,
Love was all I saw,
Beauty was all I heard.
For the feeling, I had no words.
Neither did she...
So we spoke with our bodies.
Adjectives colored our eyes with rosy hues...
Adverbs rushed through our veins,
Admonishing us to indulge intensely, move intimately.
Nouns experiencing the formation of sentences,
We became poets in those instances...
But never did I forget that I was visiting her temple.
Worshipping through unspoken words...
Allowed entry by faith,
Tearing down the walls to find a deeper place.
No longer bound by time or space,
I felt my spirit surge forth...
A moment of the truest vulnerability.
I was naked,
The way I was intended.
Her temple undressed me...
I felt its power and purpose...
A blessing bestowed upon my devotion.
All had come full circle...
It was poetry in motion.

-A. Lewis

Mornings in HoustAtlantaVegas

She's up late...
Quoting Drake.
Wondering when love is coming,
And how long it'll take.
Tired of encountering fake,
But loves going out on dates.
No one could blame her though.
Often called a hoe by people she doesn't even know;
So into cameras that she's always approached by men that put on a show.
All she wants is to love and be loved,
To have someone on her mind,
And be the one that person's affectionately thinking of.
To have support and inspiration on a two-way street.
To receive all she has to give...reciprocity.
Simple desires in a complex world.
All of the deep lyrics,
Melodies and the ambiance...
Vibing in the zone.
It's 4:37 in the morning;
She isn't even wondering where the time has gone.
All the time she's spent dodging "can I take you home?"
All the time she's spent lamenting the implicit "can I bone?"
This is how she gets it all back.
Posting lyrics on twitter as though they're all facts.
Memories of the fast starts and prolonged endings...
Wondering how she's still hopeful for new beginnings....
Losing sleep trying to figure out why people think she's winning.
Counting blessings of her attractiveness,
The very reason people assume she's sinning.
What burns more than the liquor she had?
Tears welling up in her eyes from feeling so bad...
She simply wants to be understood,
To find a man that's truly good.
When she thinks of someone wooing her,
It seems only Drake could.
Late nights out on the town,
Later nights spent hitting the books...
Both become early mornings singing along to the hooks.
The verses become more personal,
Reciting all the things it would hurt to show.
Honest about all the things it hurt to know.
Holding on to the pain, since it would hurt to grow.
She's intelligent and educated.
Ambitious, destined to make it.
Hard worker that provides her own.
Mature at a young age...might as well call her grown.
Able to chill in a t-shirt and sweats,
Yet when in heels, she feels at home.
Beautiful inside and out,
A true queen in the making.
An excellent young woman that any man would be lucky to date,
Yet she's been done wrong.
Finding solace and comfort in song after song.
Losing faith in finding love,
Unsure of how much more she can take...
So night after night,
She falls in love with Drake.

-A. Lewis

Leaves In Autumn (Falling For You)

The seasons are changing...
Reasons are rearranging.
What was simple is now complex.
My heart has to give things context;
My mind is floundering in irrelevance.
It's all about how I feel.
Logic has dissipated,
As the focus has shifted to the anticipated.
There's so much potential.
The possibilities are endless...
So many ways for us to progress.
Emotions as tender as a newborn's bottom.
Falling for you; leaves in Autumn.

The winds of change blow with a purpose.
The trees shutter at the gales,
Pillars of the past, they now seem frail.
Old notions afraid of new commotions,
Remnants of ailing thoughts in fear of a healing potion.
Love is indeed a drug.
Colors are shifting as the days grow shorter,
Nights extended by us thinking of each other.
Red as we blush,
Yellow as we experience fear.
Orange as we attempt to balance the two.
The display is beautiful...it reminds me of you.
Hearts as tender as a newborn's bottom.
Falling for you; leaves in Autumn.

The leaves turn brown and fall to the ground,
Just as our defenses have been dissembled and powered down.
Heat becomes warmth,
Attraction gives way to affection.
Our bodies begin to engage in convection,
Manifesting the actions of our souls.
Temperatures rise,
Stimulating both between your legs and behind your eyes.
You're no physical prize;
The passion derives from your spiritual side.
Just as the trees bare themselves in the fall,
We lie together in the nude.
Souls with nothing to prove,
Bodies now ready to snooze.
Minds captivated, imagining what it all means.
Whispering nothings in your ear to ensure the sweetest dreams...
Moments as tender as a newborn's bottom.
Falling for you; leaves in Autumn.

-A. Lewis

Dedicated to the Noes (Reflection)

All I ever asked you for was time...
But I wasn't inquiring about yours,
I was wanting to give you mine.
Shower you with affection like rain in mid-June.
Squeeze myself in until you made room.
I sealed my doom when I presumed you knew my intentions.
Too busy allaying your inhibitions to see the errors of my decisions,
My expectations were meeting your actions in curious collisions.
I couldn't understand what I was doing wrong,
Considering I was making revisions where others made incisions.
Gentle for all the right reasons...
Always missing the right seasons.
I didn't get it though.
Efforts were made to assure you that you weren't getting played,
Residences were taken up where no other stayed,
And just when faith was to be lost,
That's when promises were made.
It all came from a good place,
A point of emphasis from which I never strayed.
Persistent without being insistent,
Consistent without going missing.
Heard it all because you knew I was listening.
You thought you were weak when you cried on the inside,
But I saw your soul glistening.
You have so much potential,
Yet scars are in the way.
Eclipsing the bright side,
And you get caught in the dark every day.
You were looking to be head over heels,
While I was trying to be the one that heals;
We just didn't see eye-to-eye,
Failing to see progress since we were climbing two different hills.
I'm thankful for the experience though.
The greatness that I saw is the greatness I still see,
And your happiness remains important, it's still key.
It was a story I wrote with many different co-authors,
Though the main character is still me.
History repeated simply because I never learned,
But I wouldn't trade any friend I have ever earned.
A recollection of selections,
This is dedicated to the noes.
Appreciation for the misinterpretation and rejections,
This is dedicated to the noes.
Nothing but love over here...
That's just how life goes.

-A. Lewis

Toys

It's four in the morning.
I should be sleeping.
Yet, I find myself thinking...
Zoning out.
So much of my attention I'm loaning out.
Giving it to you as you dream,
Hoping it makes your slumber that much sweeter.
And if you're not sleeping either,
May my thoughts reach you as fine cotton,
Accumulating in the back of your mind as a pillow to soothe you.
I only wish you a good night's sleep...
To lie with the grace of the moon's gentle glow.
You deserve nothing less, you know.
You have the type of beauty that appears in the sweetest of dreams,
Eyes that glimmer with the shimmer of the sweetest of things...
And both linger in my mind like the aroma of freshly baked cookies.
They remind me that I've been blessed so kindly by the Creator.
No greater gift can be given than love;
You make sure that every day is Christmas.
Of course you receive reciprocity,
But considering how you make me feel,
I don't think I could ever love you as awesomely.
So I send you the energies of my memories.
As I sit here recounting how greatly we relate,
I'm hoping that peace comes over you and stays consistently.
It's very likely that I'll delete this poem...
I have such high standards for what I write.
Too aware of how I feel about you tonight.
...but I hope your head hits the pillow just right.

-A. Lewis

Textbook Thrown

Most people try to move forward while looking back...
Planning for the future by taking a history class.
The textbook focuses on results, on resolution,
Yet the present is all about evolution.
Is it not time for a revolution?
Let's throw away our textbook.
History says this, history says that.
History speaks of nothing new,
Only old facts that may no longer be true.
What if this is unprecedented?
What if we stumble upon something great?
Would it defy old constructs,
If a new edifice is what we desire to create?
Memories can become monuments,
And scars can become relics...
All built by the hands of time.
How could we ever build something new,
If the textbook fills your hands and mine?
Let's throw it away.
We don't need to look anywhere but up.
Dream amongst the stars,
Since we can do anything with faith, work, and a little luck.
Our only goal is to consistently find gold...
To cultivate what we have within,
To remind each other of what keeps our hearts on hold.
That's the kind of love that resonates in the soul.
We can build toward that level...
Strive for the highest heights.
And if it feels so right,
Then it doesn't matter if history says it's wrong.
That's why we're throwing the textbook away;
To write a story of our own.

-A. Lewis

Your Gold (Pillow Talk)

Tell me something.
Spill your soul.
Your heart is filled with priceless ore,
And I really just want to feel your gold.
We can discuss the stars,
How they mimic the ambition in your eyes...
Or we can talk about life,
And how you're so glad I'm not like the other guys.
Tell me about the butterflies,
That feeling you get when you see me.
I'll reveal how I still can't believe you're mine.
Topics shift to the metaphysical;
You'll leave me in disbelief of your mind.
Your soul is just so beautiful...
Bare it to me under these sheets.
Words shared between pillows,
Heat shared between bodies.
Love cast among the stars,
Reflecting off the moon.
To fall asleep now would be too soon.
Minds are like galaxies,
And I'm not done being your astronaut.
So many ideas and thoughts,
Planets and stars within you.
Brighter than any Sun,
Innovative woman.
Tell me about the future,
All of the shine that you can envision.
Creating it with you?
I have every intention.
Minds are impressionable at this time,
And you never cease to make an indention.
No counting sheep...my rendition?
Counting the reasons I adore you.
Tell me to go to sleep.
I'll remind you I'm watching poetry at rest.
As you drift off,
I'm tucked in by the thought of lying next to the best.
Constellations of points of conversation
Gleam in my dreams.
I wanted you to spill your soul...
You poured it directly into mine.
Now I rest in gold:
Pure, solid peace of mind.

-A. Lewis