Ask Me

Ask Me of my love and how it flows so deep

and I can only tell you of my heart and how it hurts till I weep

Not saying love isn't known

Because Lord knows I've seen it come and gone

Attacking like a thief in the night

Leaving with all happiness in sight.

Ask me of my passions and all the things I treat,

and the voracious depth would float you off your feet

Not trying to fabricate the situations

but honey I am passion and pleasures thriving on intricate anticipations

Ask me of my life, my blackness my pain, My laughter after the rain

and it would be a poem, a story told in vain

For only a movie could explain

The essence of this blackness

The beauty of my boldness

You will have to sit down and view the essence of me.