Denise Huxtable Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I must confess
I've thought of entering the TV screen
A countless number of times
Closing my eyes picturing you once more after the credits flash across the screen.
Reasonably waiting for a rerun to air
before the infomercials start their endless barrage,
Without reason to stipulate why I must see you again
It became urgent
I've thought of you deeply
Watching every episode
Taking in the sound of your voice
There was something about you
The embrace of a thought
Wishing they'd write you more in the script
The moon whom shone brightly in a room full of light
Although fictional
 You still exist.
The personification of who you were off screen
Plush pink lips, buttercream skin
Thoughts incited by such a calm tone
I loved when you walked across the screen
Rebellious, witty
Shy yet introverted
You revealed much of yourself with so little words
The loose perception of being free not worrying about
The strings threaded in bright hues
And extravagant wears
enchanting, the divine gleam of finding ones stare
A sense of warmth
Eloping eyes catching sight in quick glimpses of the camera.
Eccentric, the way you speak
You've taught me that the complexity
 Of life
Doesn't have to be so complex
Just being yourself
Was enough