Feeling great.
Running late.
Forgive me.
I’m traveling
From outer space.
The man of my dreams
Has me in orbit
With constellations
That I always thought
Were out of my means.
Never meant to sell myself short.
All my life,
I had been investing in miracles
That I had to abort.
Even after
Leaving my bags on the porch,
I just couldn’t find anyone
To fit me in
The picture
That resided behind the door.
And then,
There was him
With a love so wide
That it could cover the sea.
He’s not perfect
But,
He’s just right for me.
He’s beautiful
And humble
And just possessive enough
To keep the fire blazing.
He is my beyond
And the view is amazing.
© 2019 by Kentrell Blanche