Zoism
I think my soul made acquaintance with you at the Zenith of the Harlem Renaissance Your poetic rebirth gave birth to me through the sound of Jazz trills and folklore of Zora Neale…
I’ve been overZealous ever since and when we picked Zinnia flowers in the gardens of el Zocalo I knew the omen of the Zodiac held truth steadfast in the Zoe life unwavering in the Zoe love we shared...
I knew I had you the rhythm of my wrists the resonance of my Zills the sway of my waist the song in my body like a gypsy performing a Zambra dance special for you barefoot in the Zone one with Earth
carrying dreams from Mount Zion gazing at the Zebras of Zebula to the gazelles of Zaire leading us beside still waters Zen diamonds sparkling in the light waves
My soul reflecting your peace emanating It is all Zen with you
eMinor
