Curly (C) 2-27-2011 Poem by Zahir Kijani

Could I call it love…naw it’s too early
She wasn’t too girly
Sweet with a nice curvy physique…not too burly
Coffee with a couple creams
I still envision her in my dreams
And so it seems my hope is lost
But I reiterate “it seems”
From the first time I laid eyes…no that’s too corny
I could say something about her body but I’d just seem too horny
What could I say…well she’s an intellectual which is a rarity
An excellent poet, performance: stellar, message produced in clarity
I held her once, and even rubbed my fingers through her hair
I swear when I think about her now I wish I was still there
Trapped in the past never knowing what she’d say to me later
I don’t think I can imagine any wish to God that is greater
Than to lock me in the continuum and let me stare in her eyes
Beautiful dark crystals, rubbing on my leg with her thighs
It seemed perfect but I keep forgetting fantasies are mental things
Nothing more than imagination, kissing while the mahogany sings
Only able to give her one gift, for a minute I had control of her lips
Then I let her slip away mesmerized by the swing of her hips
I can’t get her out of my mind but I’m sure I’m nowhere in hers
I ask you God what kind of a woman is it that I deserve
Because anything other than her is less then perfection
And I guess I’m not worthy of that yet, so what’s your direction
What is your aim or do you somehow have a trick up your sleeve
That’ll bring her back to me…I have only two options give up hope or believe
And if there’s anyone that can performs miracles, I only know it to be you
For creating someone as precious as her…I’m sure that’s gotta be true
Could I call it love…well it’s either late or early up in the morning 5: 30
She wasn’t too girly
But she secured a sweet aroma in her hair…I call her Curly