Sos(A Love Cuisine) Poem by Tamisha Bellamy

Help me
Help me, I see her everyday walking through the hallways as she passes my way.
Hair so short, skin so pale-when I look at her I know I am going to hell.
Not hell as in burning for eternity, but the kind of hell as in not knowing anything in this moment- in this time.
She is wine- I am cheese
When I look in her eyes I am really wondering what she is thinking.
This is not a sexual relationship.
I like hearing what is on her mind.
When she passes by me in the hallway, and our eyes intertwine, I know she should be mine.
Then I find myself back at her office and reality sets in.
'Knock Knock, may I come in? '
I have an emergency.
Help me
Help me, I cannot do this- I cannot pursue this.
This isn't right, but neither is it wrong because in my mind all I hear is our wedding song.

It's a struggle and it's a pain to feel this way.
I want her so much to see, to realize, and to know that when she is in my prescence, I am living in her afterglow.
This person that I am speaking of is not a girl, but a real woman of intellect- of heart- of creativity.
When we first met, I felt like I was being born for the very first time.
This woman made me, but will she deny me- maybe, but maybe not.
I have held back long enough and fought, and fought, and fought, but I am afraid this fight I have lost.
I know I am just a lonely ingredient- I have yet to be added to someone's recipe.
Am I the ingredient that you are missing or are you the recipe that I need?
This is an emergency.
O please, creme brule, help me, help me.