The Sapiosexual

Intelligence is sexy 

The crave for knowledge 

Off the path of ignorance 

Into the memory lane 

She walks gracefully like a cat 

Cooks like a chef 

She discusses the headlines on the paper 

Twinning her hair unconsciously 

I keep tabs 

She throws her head back and laugh 

She gets my abstract jokes 

Her mind flows like the rhythm of a symphony 

She quotes the bible with chapters and verses 

Remembers every said word 

Like the placement of a marble floor 

Her mind works 

Rearranging the pieces of a broken glass 

Her imagination heals 

She talks beautiful 

Not the physical 

Tap dancing to classics 

The jazz of her soul 

The grasp of knowledge is addictive 

It's cologne is written words 

Her mind cannot be lonely 

Like a book in a shelf 

She cannot sit alone 

She sees indigo in purple 

Maroon in red 

The library wall do not enclose her 

Rather it liberates 

Standing in the beach she doesn't see sand 

She feels the tiny crystal around her ankle 

The make up on her face is fonts and alphabets 

She smells the excitement of a new print 

She sits with the king but not like a commoner 

Her counsels is foundation to his wisdom 

Her words transform to knowledge 

Yet a soothing voice 

The evening delight of a husband 

Poetry like lullaby for adults 

Candle light dinner 

Randy minds connect before the body 

Connected mind cannot celebrate celibacy 

A conscious mind paints portraits of her lover 

The awareness of her lover frames the portrait with confidence  

Stars don't lay on the field 

And grasses has no place in the sky 

The skin has been sedated against the carnal 

If it connects it's must be internal 

While other dance to the radio 

She listens 

Awaiting that conscious phrase to arouse her soul 

Never infatuated by the norm 

Intelligence gives her the butterflies 

When asked her identity 

She is known as The  Sapiosexual   

-The Vyrus