because Corey...

From a 30th day poem for the month of April on another site I wrote in motivation to a convo with Corey Barrett. We are friends and this piece is simply artistic expression.

in comfort... nothingness
a figurative finger touches
starts a stirring hadn't succumbed

at least a year, an infinity
head elevated to steal inhalations and beat
hadn't heard that name
prompting within thorough interrogation
of him, of me
lead with inquisition
"Corey... you miss me"?
must've heard sounds of highs and lows

discreet complaint
one misrepresented to my pysche

didn't know if I was in demand
didn't consider a return
comprehend state of ready

Corey never affords an answer
only whatever response i retrieved

Author's Note

Reviews

[Cory Barrett]

I say this with a blush and a bit of tingle in my finger tips.

Welcome back to the soulest sistah, I missed ya.

Don't be a stranger in this strange, of strange.

Happy to have you hear.

[Shirlena]

lol, aww you are so sweet. Thanks Corey it's good to be back.

[Shirlena]

I'm think I'm not going to be a stranger anymore...for now :). Thanks Corey.