There was a man I knew who was sweet like candy.
He was a dangerous cup of pecan caramel latte.
His skin was smooth as an unmarked bar of Hershey's milk chocolate
Drizzled 
And
Chizzled carefully
by the sweet hands of heavens angels.
His almond shaped hazel nut eyes 
Shined
With pure droplets of gold.
His voice...
His STRONG
ABRASIVE
MASCULINE voice
Brought chills to other brothas worried minds
And
Conjured up little butterflies 
Flying clumsily against my souls "inner Lining ".
His lips caressed mine 
I drowned in a clouded
lust filled aroma.
When he slowly grazed my body with his words
My mind went into an irreversible coma,
I was stuck like glue.
Though we traveled through 
Unknown lands 
Devouring barbaric blood-sick demons,
TOGETHER
The bridges to eternity never stayed glittered with gods gold.
Like the rough patches in the back of cooleys mind,
our world was torn a part
stomped on
Our hearts bled out sorrowful affection.
A continuous barbed wired blood soaked roller coaster we would ride.
WE ARE THE RESURRECTION
The blood and water that dwells within.
OUR blood lays daunting over wiped and under looked chalk boards.
WE are the rhythm between each beat that leads intellects 
And controls ignorant minds.
But ignorance WE WILL defeat.
If my poetry were a person he would be me.
The complete opposite but equally insane.