My measuring stick of beauty was breaking my neck over a fat booty.
Twisting. Turning. Turning and twisting.
A double take left an impression on my mind
so vivid we were already dating by the time I said, “Hi.”
Her passions nor her purpose mattered to me.
When I learned her name I visualized her with no clothes.
Maybe that’s why love eluded me.
Too caught up in her physical to explore
All it took was two ears
a closed mouth
and an open communication.
Until words no longer mattered
and I understood from the look in her brown eyes
a snippet of her soul.
Rashaun J. Allen (@rashaunjallen) received his MFA in Creative Writing and Literature from SUNY Stony Brook. He’s eyeing agents to help publish his coming of age story, Christine’s Dream – A Memoir of Love, Loss & Life. He is the author of A Walk Through Brooklyn & In The Moment and has been published in TSR: The South Hampton Review. When not writing he runs for the thrill of crossing the finish line. Find more of his work at www.rashaunjallen.com