sometimes i sit with my head in left hand,
right hand on knee
feet flat on floor
wondering if me and mr. black man
will ever get this LOVE thing together...
and i pray with eyes closed,
lips sealed tight
and heart in tune with spirit
that mr. black man will trust me with his heart
and allow it to take flight
i'm talking, fly away with me
to distances far beyond the sun
giving me the totality of his affection
and allowing 'us' to become one
and though it takes a million to hold us back
it only takes two to keep us together
just him... and me
i wonder if mr. black man knows this...
so i whisper my love across the universe
with lips pursed
and outstretched hands...