Thoughts of admiration take precedence
when I conjure thoughts of her essence.
She flows with grace,
unspeakable beauty depicts her face.
She has the allure of a Blue Jay and the intelligence of a Raven.
If she knew my thoughtful intentions and loving aspirations,
never would our days see lonely endings.
I long to hold her tight, massage her at night,
and awaken with smiles and loving insight.
Come home, my Queen,
for your Nomadic King awaits.
Kimatni D. Rawlins, Poetic Thought