"The Perfect Stranger" by The Afrikahn Poet

Backpacking caught him on a bus
A stranger, my soul's blood veins caught
A rush my heart beating a sound of love
I had to tell it to hush
This stranger with ink
Dancing on his skin
And curls my fingers wanted to delve in
Lips I wanted to..... Bite
Rushing feelings to that soft pink matter
You smiled I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach and clatter
Hush
Looking down
Feelings so unlady like
Even a slight utter would make nuns blush
I slowly tore away my eyes from
The ground
Tattooed to the backs of my iris
This divine beauty my eyes found
This perfect stranger
With skin the colour of tempered white chocolte
With a smile that tampered with the beating of my heart
The sanity of my mind
The pearls between my very legs
Then we caught eyes
My lungs struggled to keep up
With the air around me that your scent so muskily caressed
I don't even know your name
But we are kindred spirits
Because at that moment I felt the rings on my fingers
Yearn to make prints on your face,
I wanted to own you mind boy and soul
I needed to hear the
Music that would flow from that voice
That adam's apple that spoke to me saying
I am a man's man
Those tattoos
That told me that you my cultured man
Are a piece of art
I could see the poetry in your body
The strength subtly hidden in that clenching of your jaw
Those muscles stretching that grey shirt taut
You were the epitomy of rugged perfection
I couldn't even keep my cool facade
It was adieu to the pretension
That friday afternoon
I was Nina Simone
I was feeling Good
You were my Frank Sinatra, my coltrane my soul train
I hate to admit it but
You were the mystery and very liquid sex walking soul of Christian Grey
So I catch that bus 360 hoping to see you everyday
And every day when I jump off
A little bit of me stays

The Life of an Artist

"Artists are some of the most driven and courageous people on the face of the earth. They deal with more day to day rejection in one year than most people do in a lifetime. Every day, artists face the financial challenge of living a freelance lifestyle, the disrespect of people who think they should get 'real' jobs, and their own fear that they'll never work again. Every day, they have to ignore the possibility that the vision to which they have dedicated their lives is a pipe-dream. With every passing year, many of them watch as other people their age achieve the predictable milestones of normal life - the car, the family, the house, the nest egg. But they stay true to their dream, in spite of the sacrifices. Why? Because artists are willing to give their entire lives to a moment - to that line, that laugh, that gesture, or that interpretation that will stir the audience's soul. Artists are beings who have tasted life's nectar in that crystal moment when they poured out their creative spirit and touched another's heart. In that instant, they were as close to magic, God and perfection as anyone could ever be. And in their own hearts, they know that to dedicate oneself to that moment is worth a thousand lifetimes."         ~ David Aker