Touched

Sun-drenched eyelids
fashioned by an oceanic smile,
attracts my attention far and near
The kind of things that I like
are enjoyed by those who appreciate
my reason why I'm here
looking for completeness
dawned by sweetness
and patience,
let me verbally romance
the nakedness of minds untouched,
Let me provide the world with a new life
and new reasons to open emotions
to feel pain and sorrow
rescued by new love tomorrow.
My magnetic pull toward the
hourglass figure keeps me on point
as an empowered massed vigor poet,
founder of the age new Brooklyn Renaissance,
deep in the spirit with only one reason
to write while I'm being

Touched