He walked with a strut
had a nice round butt.
Talked real low
his rap did flow.
I ran after him
waited for the lights to grow dim.
Had no cover
Had no brother.
He could have done what he wanted
since I taunted.
But he was kind
a hard to find.
He said his name was Love
claimed he was from above.
But I couldn't see
too busy pushing me.
He met me at the well.
Told me he liked to sail.
Asked me if I knew
if the words he spoke were true.
He talked about being
someone I remember seeing.
But my flesh was in the way
didn't like what he had to say.
So away he went.
Later I realized who was sent.
Nicholl McGuire
http://spiritualpoemsbynicholl.blogspot.com
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