20 Something A.D Poem by Kai Ford

At the scent of your small yawn, my mind's gears begin to grind
Suspended questioning at the sigh that exits your being
What is it like to experience a love that is foreign to me?
Never having a reference point to ease the alien feeling
One that may not be reciprocated til years to come
A love that walks outside of my being
One that will make a difference in the universe
and challenge perspectives of individuals
Embodiment of personal lessons and hereditary big smiles
Surrendered soul to the Creator and creativity that oozes
I wonder where I'll be when I am able to hold this love in my arms
and call it it's given name