A Love Supreme

August 16, 2006

Marvin Gaye

Filed under: Stories, Poetry, Scribe

We lay up on our green couch
listening to the sound of night
nestled in each other’s arms
Basking in the air conditioning
Which cools our sweat.
Yeah, I wanted you like Marvin
you wanted me to want you too…ooooh

 

And I think…

You and I were made for kissing.
tenderness dances upon your skin
warming wherever is damp or cold.
I am strong, yet you manage to tap
power in me I was unaware existed. 

So as I delight in your sighs,
the feel of our bodies smoothly
sliding against one another
the strength of our passion becomes
very apparent to me.
Oh yes, make no mistake
I love you,
there is nothing meaningless about it.
Each act of eroticism is a declaration to
That very idea\

 

…I love you

We turn, our lips meet
slow, softly, delicate
building quickly to demand.
beginning and end
collapsing, breathing ragged
the air again begins to warm,
I want you…like Marvin
And I want you to want me to….oooh.

 

-Scribe

August 12, 2006

Untitled

Filed under: Poetry, Scribe
You’re beautiful!…just thought I’d let you know.
and…
I was sitting here this sunny morning thinking of you. 
dreaming of days of you
greeting me on a shade drenched porch
with lemonade in hand
tank top and maybe..
    a yellow eyelet skirt on
just gleaming like…like…
sunrays gleam through leaves
You be illumination
…i use that word for you alot
just fits i suppose
So…
Will you, will you forgive my lapses?
The rare times I fall short?
speaking of falling,
should I fall in any way
Will you be there to at least say…
"Get Up Nigga!"? 
Nurse me back to health?
Forgive my after work smell?
And oh yeah
You’re sweet like starfruit
and kiwi and strawberries and
blueberries, and gummie bears
and Juicy…Juicy…i just want you
to know I feel the same way about
Diva…
and when, I’m late i will call,
(fucked up yesterday, yeah I still feel it…you were not pleased.
and i deserved that….and i am sorry)
and no, i’m not naive…i do know it works both ways
and no, i don’t want it that way
and no, i don’t ever want it that way
and yes, i will show the respect,
cause i want the respect
and we, should never have to want for that…oh no
…not respect….that’s a given…
Don’t you love
when verse meets truth
and the two
become inseparable?

August 11, 2006

Reasons Why (For Bryan)

Filed under: Poetry, Friends

Scribe/Diva:  This is a poem that I wrote back in 2004.  The title is Reasons Why (For Bryan).  I wrote it about a year after we had been dating.  I had no idea then that we would still be going strong today.  This poem and many others that I wrote for him are included in Confessions of a Beautiful Woman which I published at the beginning of this year.  For details go to:  http://www.lulu.com/chele_rene


Thanks for allowing me to post it to A Love Supreme!


Reasons Why (For Bryan)


 

Your arrival was a surprise

And an utter shock to my system

You spoke words like, “precious”, “delicate” and “striking”

And they were foreign to me

Your presence brightens my day

And lightens my load

Your spirit intoxicates me

I envy your freedom

It constantly eludes me

I’m confused by your insecurities

The question lingers

How can a being so beautiful

So thoughtful

So caring

So talented

So strong

And loving be insecure about anything?

Our love is that flower that springs forth through the crack in the sidewalk

Borne of something cold and hard

But endures the adversity and blossoms anyway

You’ll never truly know how much

I love you

I need you

I respect you

And I fear I’ll never be able to appreciate you enough

Loving you is the wisest thing I’ve ever allowed myself to do

Allowing you to love me has been a challenge

Because

First I had to learn to love myself

You shone the light on the part of me that needed to be love

I was exposed and naked before you

Vulnerable and afraid

You kissed away my tears

Filling the void that existed for an eternity

And now feels like a distant memory

 
Michele Rene Matthews
Author of Raymond’s Daughters and Confessions of a Beautiful Woman

August 9, 2006

Wondering

Filed under: Poetry, Scribe
Hmmm…I Wonder (another Diva inspired verse)

 

You might wonder
Why I have thrown my all into you.
Am I just in love with the idea
that you are?
That I am no longer alone?
Loneliness is a great motivator indeed
But I protest
My dedication is to…
A woman of high sophistication
A woman who has brought me closer to salvation.
My deeds done in the spirit of oneness
the idea that when we hold each other up
neither of us will fall.
I am steadfast in my thought that you and I were
divinely placed in each others’ care.
I will not protest His work
God doesn’t make mistakes.
Whatever I am I am for you
Whatever I have, I have for you
Whatever I do, I do for us
You are worthy my Diva
It is something you must never minimize
You bring me a love I surmise I will
never want to be without.
You support all that I want to be
   And I am excited, delighted and honored to
Give of myself to you.
I am your man
The one
The only
For as long I can move, I will toil for our love
So you might wonder
Why I do what I do
Whether there’s realness in my offerings
Are you being led to heartbreak
To that I say
I love you
It is the most powerful thing I can say to you
For when I love
I am resilient, doggedly striving to create
the warmth of assuredness within you
There will come a time where
You will wonder about a deed
I have done in support of you
You need only look within your own heart
And you will know.

 

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A Love Supreme

Filed under: Poetry, Diva

The thought that shimmered
Ideas revolving and spinning
Calculations that glimmered
Treatises made overspanning

Large bodies of doubt
Masses of lies
Complacency not without
A fierce denial of pride

A thought of love shining
With the light of God
The idea in my head turning
Somehow ending up on my blog

Sizing them up and finding
That all fell short
Of all I was planning
Until the ball was in your court

You arrived in my life a diplomat
At once in agreement with my contemplations
A soldier for love’s combat
You slew my dragons with swift deliberations

What was behind the wall
None had ever seen
But I knew there was more to it all
A love supreme.

 

For my Scribe-DJ Diva






















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