Echoes Within This Beautiful Lifetime

Boston, Massachusetts     
South End     
       
Based On True Events     
       
There is nothing more mental cleansing than being invited to a white party       
Everyone garbed within the reality of purging their philosophical cognitive mood       
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 sides 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       
       
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