Island Soul City Dreams

I love New York, but my heart has a Caribbean beat. It pulsates to the traditions of my people. Attuned to the rhythms of this City, I stay West Indian to the bone. I reflect. I analyze. I speak my mind. ~ I Keep it Irie ~

In My Mind

I miss you with every fiber of my being.

I get all mushy inside at the thought of you.

Then I run off with these thoughts of all

I’d like to be doing to you, for you, with you.

In my mind, you’re still all you promised to be

And everything I’d dreamt you up to be.

In my mind, the love is mutually unconditional;

The desires equally uninhibited.

From the physical, emotional, spiritual we’re in sync

And I couldn’t be happier.

In every way I could love a man I feel you.

‘Cause in my mind you’re all I need

And my life is complete with you.

But then I inhale a deep breath of reality,

My blurred vision slowly clears…

You are not the man of my dreams,

You don’t add sunshine on cloudy days;

You’re never there to wipe away my tears.

You know not, feel not, show not, and are not love…

A beautiful shell, so empty inside.

Your perfection is all there, yes…

But only in my mind.

– by Maquita “Queenie” Peters

~ I Keep it Irie ~

Photo by Karl Branch of Vision Photography Inc. Barbados.

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12 thoughts on “In My Mind

  1. Ashley C. on said:

    Hmmm… That’s all I’m going to say. But I feel you, sometimes you have to ask yourself if you love a person, or just love the image of them that you have in your mind.

    • Yup, yup, that’s exactly what the piece is all about. I haven’t “been there” in a LONG time, but I’ve definitely been there a few times. Perhaps, once too many. I was inspired to write this by the one experience/person that I’d say top ’em all! 🙂

  2. I can totally relate. So often I fall in the love with the idea of a thing/person, and don’t really notice the flaws until much later.

    It is also true though that sometimes I still love after, flaws and all.

    • You’re so on that flaws etc comment, Reynold! Same here lol! Eventually of course, I do learn to “let go” but once or twice it has been hard! *Sigh*

  3. You know what they say, don’t date potential.

  4. madi on said:

    Maquita, you are such an excellent writer! Keep it up!

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