Strangers Meet

I know you Rasta man

 sauntering into the room

with your slender build,

your cool confidence

your ginger wild dreadlocks.

Your eyes remind me of

copper pennies or could it be

golden rings.

I know you Rasta man,

I know this quiet demeanor and power

you exude as you move by me,

intriguing me

making me want to

reach out and touch you.

I wish to lay naked and disintegrate

into the rough fabric of red, gold and green

just so that I can watch your movements

just so that I can listen to you speak.

Don’t leave this place

with your oh, so cool confidence

I want to rise when you stop and turn and

look right into me with your golden eyes.

I have a fleeting thought of a wild lion and

I want to rise.

Yeah, I know you Rasta man

as you stop and look at me,

right into my soul, right into my mind.

Our spirits circling and dancing

like wispy smoke, all around this place.

You remember me as well, as you turn and

step out into the white blinding sunlight,

your long ginger locks hanging

down your slender back

too proud to succumb to your rising emotion,

too proud to give a backward glance.

 

Reviews

[Journey]

I like this. One of my best friends has locs and I was able to see him in this piece. The proudful lion strolling by...sexy and confident. I also see his cool swagger on the dance floor.

[Starbound25]

I loved this, very visual, I could see the Rasta Man :-)