Feeling The Blending Of His Soul

Boston, Massachusetts  
South End

There is nothing more mental cleansing than being invited to a white party  
Everyone garbed within the reality of purging their philosophical ambience  
Attuning the foundation of their fundamental and core values  
Uplifting the communion of the sacred nebula of self to the spirits of the cosmic Gods  
Glancing around, witnessing cultures and various nationalities, blending in essence  
A unity of mentalities who shared the evening to submerge with great food and good company  
With my glass of white wine in hand  
Circulating my presence among the conversing population  
 
I credit my existence in balancing heart, mind, body, and soul as I gain insight of my when, where, and how as I stand in the moment of time  
Assessing the sphere of my stalwart aura  
Within the creation of time, feeling my worth  
In taking inventory of my surroundings  
I’ve noticed this gentleman in attendance who continued to keep tabs on my immediate whereabouts  
He was an attractive man matured in grace, in his element of Rastafarian, well maintained dreads and dressed in a white dashiki and white pants  
 
Someone of his quiet caliber if I was in New York, I would have made my time available  
However, I was on vacation to relive the adventures of my life  
When glancing up at the Eastern stars at night  
Connecting with my inner being as I find peace and the meaning of life  
And on this self-discovering journey give compassion to everyone who I encounter  
 
I saw this handsome image of God’s man slowly approaching  
I eased into the crowd, concealing my presence, collecting my thoughts to be receptive  
My bestie had other plans and I had to make an appearance in lieu of being hospitable  
I placed my empty glass on the buffet table and lifted another glass of white wine  
The soft jazz ballads set the tone and mood for the evening ahead  
  
The effects of the wine welcomed my inner animalistic spirit  
Embracing the two of my brain’s hemisphere  
Hey there pretty lady, are you running from thee eyes  
Mm… his voice was from a time I could not place  
The masculinity of his scent captured my nostrils  
Placing my feet under arrest  
I smiled at the Jamaican accent and slowly turned around  
A picture is worth a thousand words  
Mm… is the only thought that can describe when the eyes are appreciative to what it sees  
 
The man was so much better looking up close and personal  
We exchanged pleasantries  
We shared our humbly expressions about life and denied liberty  
I felt the blanket of his soul awash me  
Verbal masturbation as we blended vowels and syllable of our words  
My Sapiosexual nature feeling each importance of his reflections, his whispered assurance caressed my skin  
I felt his candlelight deep in my soul, coating my mind, falling into the hypnotic ambience of his  
 
He told me spiritual theories that still has my mind thinking above the clouds  
Amid our conversation, he professed the secrets of the universal offering a better understanding  
His was so deep inside my mind until our thoughts and words were blending  
Such a wonderful intellect he displayed giving me a mental climax  
I needed, wanted more  
We stood naked in our truth  
Inquisitiveness mirrored in our eyes  
Giving each other the properties of being wisely invested in the space we have designed  
 
To accept the foundation of him being original man and this Queen, the original woman  
He was astounded by some of my perceptions, and views  
His mouth, when he talked carried the force behind his words, captivating my attention  
Before we discontinued our conversion, he advised me to watch for the skies  
When those portals are open  
Permitted the ancestors of old to guide in all spiritual forces  
 
That was a beautiful memory I will always cherish... much love to you Boston from New York