To Yearn; To Long

Can I, can I, can I jussst
Sweet talk them cloroxed socks off,
Until you're— bearing your heals before me like Bear Grills?

This bottled romance encaging my soul
Stories of buried butterflies remaining untold
I cannot let them take control...yet

Scurrying up my spine
Swift as can be; the chills
Adolescents are aware of the feel

Take me back to my youth!
Then this dream would not be torture, for I would tango with you
I am yet young in years, but not as young as you

Nonetheless, my heart is soaring;
I am gliding upside down
As if Denzel is the pilot

Flying over the plains
Love is the battlefield
I am tipping my hat to both Jordans

So high I doubt any Eagle can find this love

My life as a poetician
Known to be so descriptive
I copy & print these speeches just so you can get the picture

My campaign is for your heart!
My shot taken in the dark
These quotes embody my bow

My hopes high for the result of your vote
So I thrust into the grassroots fray,
Clutching the dust from which we were made

Right in the middle of stage, I kneel down and I pray
Respond to my yearning, and bring her my way
Fulfill my deepest longing to serve You with her
One Sweet Day.

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