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08 Mar Omari

Posted at 18:20h in Poetry by

I’m channeling Harry Belafonte

No, no, no

Definitely Sidney Potier

Yes, yes, yes. Alas, Omari

Poised and stout

Yet humble and mysterious

A wet dream made into reality

Where are the Omari?

I yearn for your confidence

The abandon-less swag of your manhood

Heated fiber optic waves of connection

Where are the Omari?

I crave the security of your word

The shelter of your charged being

Magnetic aesthetics of chiseled sections

Where are the Omari?

I long for the endless roads of laughter

Through your eyes which hypnotize the depths

Of my insides and I want so much

For you to be real

Likened to a Ghost or mirage it seems

The breed of giants heavy on movie screens

Realness exudes like golden flakes and yet..

I see no signs of you on the streets of Eagles

Where are…the..Omari?

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