This Phase

I'm in this phase
Where I like skinny guys
With dreads and little glasses
And slender fingers
That feel like feathers
When they caress my sensitive skin
And send waves of goose bumps
Down my spine
I'm in this phase
Where I like skinny guys
Who melt into the shadows
Observing things
Waiting for the special soul
Who can see them through
The tick surpy air
Around them
I'm in this phase
Where I like skinny guys
With fragile features
And hidden smiles
That play peek-a-boo with me
From the corners of their mouths
I'm in this phase
Where I like skinny guys
Swimming in oceans of fabric
Floating on cushions of air
When they stroll down
The avenues of my mind
Bringing gentle breezes
Of humid air to swing
On my porch of human conciousness
I'm in this phase
Where I like skinny guys
Who fill out the empty space
Where egos usually reside
With creativity and intelligence
And calming energy
I'm in this phase
Where I like skinny guys
With serious undertones
And carefree coatings
With caramel centers
And powerful dreams
I'm in this phase
I'm in this phase
I'm in this phase
Where I'm the only me
That counts
And the bullshit
Is not an option
And we are both all the "me"
We can be
Seperatly and together

by Queen Nzingha

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