He is Egyptian, a Pharoh, from West Berkeley, an optimist. If his compassion for humanity was placed in front of the horizon it would block out the sun but it would never for he is translucent, iridescent, luminous. He IS light. He came to me like the wings of a sunrise with outstretched arms and a curved smile. He is Kemet's finest, heavens hope, he is everything Heather Headley claimed him to be, what Jill Scott only WISH she had and The Truth as described by India Arie... so yeah, I might be crushin' a lil bit....
dark chocolate brown (we would make such beautiful babies), he sings, draws, cooks...oh good Lord, he cooks!
HOW COULD I FORGET: He's a poet!!!!
If it turns out I'm completely wrong about him, if he disappears into a puff of smoke and never returns, those three hours were enough. If he doesn't exist, this Taharka, this Pharaoh, this Nubian God if he is a figment of my most eloquent imagination, he is conceivable which is inspirational because it means there could be one such as him to cradle my heart. He is...if I could...in a word...breathtaking
p.s. he's tall
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