What is this thing called love? Is it the best thing that ever happens like Gladys Knight and the Pips say, or is it like a cool breeze that brushes across your face?
Perhaps love is that thing that causes one not to be too proud to beg - or is loving you easy because you’re beautiful?
What is this thing called love? Is it the color of amethyst or black diamonds and pearls? Does it taste like sweet chocolate and cream? It is a love jones? Is it the feel of your hand on the small of my back? Like the sound of your voice. Is it like when I argue just to hear you speak? Is it the sweetest thing I’ve known? Perhaps it’s that thing that Stephanie sang about? Sweet Sensation, or is it Fire and Desire? Is it Ooo La la la? Is it simply giving you something you can feel?
What is this thing called love? Is it like a black butterfly, soaring across the waters? Is it the thing that causes life to have direction now and a clear point of view? Is it that thing makes it easy because you love me, baby?
What is this thing called love? Is a secret rendezvous? It showed up during a time when nobody is supposed to be here. I tried that love thang, for the last time I said. So here it is. What is this thing called love? How did it get here? Am I trapped by this thing called love?
March 31, 2012
(Excerpt from ‘Beautiful Black’)
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