’63 minutes’ Copyright Khalilah Yasmin 2016
Frequently do I -believe that a love for me exists.
That somewhere beyond the broken heart is a new first kiss.
Seldom have I -experienced this,
genuine chemistry and undeniable connection,
throwing caution to his wind- without his protection.
Maybe if I -hadn’t looked into that direction,
been there at the same time and sat in his section,
then I wouldn’t yearn for him the way that I do,
but for 63 whole minutes I thought my wish had come true.
Crescent moon in the sky, red skirt on my hips
a stranger passed by with, “hello,” on his lips.
And never have I felt such immediate bliss,
Locked in his eyes, and their eternal abyss.
Melanin in the most beautiful shade I have ever seen,
My knees buckled weak and I started to lean.
My mouth steady silent as my insides they screamed.
Pleasantly haunted by his chocolate in all of my dreams.
Hopeless romantic, caught surprised & enamored at first sight,
Fallen for a stranger before I knew his name that night.
Seldom have I- experienced this,
Never have I -felt such immediate bliss.
Crescent moon in the sky, red skirt on my hips.
A stranger passed by with, “hello,” on his lips.