The Way Poem by lazola sigidi

As we laid on those beautiful nights
we kept in touch in our bodies desires

As lips met in the way, and bodies got glued to each other
I....i...never mind
Same time here an there we talked about the future

Laid waste with smoking dagga getting high through expectations
The call came in and u said u needed to go

The black car came in and u left
I wanted to say to you that
The way u make me feel
Is the same way that a new born mother feel
The way in which our fallen heroes felt about the next brown skinned generation

The way u make me feel
Is the way that god loves his fellow children and angels
The way Obama feels about his country

Your love is so pure and true
So amazing with a philosophy that now offers me completion

As i was torn by misdirection u became my ambassador u led the way
The way u make me feel is the way a poet loves his poetry

As we lay writing poems our hand writes as our heart lead the hands
As our mind engage not so sexually but in poetic minds getting intimately closer as we approach the climate of nude mental conversation

The way u make me feel is L.O.V.E
But the black car came and you left