*the Love Chronicles* Poem by Josephe Buchanan

Stage 1...

He was scared to take her and her moans sounded like a Stentorian choir! He was scared and afraid of what he needed to do to calm her heated ocean. Her central Sun supplied the young with courage after breaking his virginity and him not knowing that his own inner sun was glowing! He became alive filled with hubris for he was able to find his and her Kundalini!

Stage 2...

Her innocence caused him to regroup from the other side of his foreign object, that was both objective and subjective to his untamed heart. Looking at her backbone as it bended in symmetry with an Egyptian Goddess, he understood that as a virgin she would not last. Going into the depths of Hades from loosing her arch he sang a song called Princess.

Stage 3...

This one came to bring him sight when he was blinded by the confusion of loosing the stages of his progression. She came with warmth and a terminal illness that to a detoxing monk will be called love again! But this illness of love became his vaccine and that vaccine made him immune and understanding to the others (stage 1 and 2) .

Stage 4...

From love comes love and for this beauty he came from a mitochondria dream. Serpent ropes and rainbows brought the understanding of the Oracle. This Oracle is and will always be his Mother. The Queen of the Nile called Ganawa meaning 'between two rivers'. These rivers are called the Tigris and Euphrates. He loved his mother for she showed him how to remember everything called love before (stages 1 to 3) for she is Alpha and Omega.

Stage 5...

There were two angels who gave his life balance and because their beauty was 2*2, they equaled the 4 last stages. He called them twins who share the same antithesis. This antithesis he knew was pure love, not involving sex but passion because from God they shared the same blood. What these two angels taught him were how to be unconditional, under and over-standing of what is conditional. This became to be while their beauty became the measuring rod of a high standard. These two angels are called my battery pack (stage 1, stage 3 and stage 4) and can commune that stage 2 was too young, pure and tired of he who built stages both foreign and domestic. Thus making all stages inclusive to her understanding beauty.

Stage 6...

Picture it: Japan, Mali, West Africa, Puerto Rico, Haiti, America, Russia, Jamaica, Ghana, Nigeria, India, Africa, North, South, East and West, Native American, Red Dot and Feather!

Stage 7...

Grown and sexy she saw him first at his first palace in Brooklyn where the keys that entered were all his own. This next door neighbor was beyond belief for she was the divine stylist creating the beauty that you have seen on T.V.....................


To be continued............. Through Stages...