I am staring at the screen
Expecting my mind to flow into words
Yet there is no marriage
Thoughts have refused to be birthed in Ink
What more can I try?
What form of seduction will undress her
And allow me go deep into her heavens
With lines into rhymes; rhythms as the evidence
Where Have I lost her touch?
How close can I get to the mindgasm
So much release; but few are coming
But again I will begin the process
who knows maybe this time, I will come