I’m feeling very intimate today so I wanted to open up to my blog readers, Below is a poem that I wrote for a very dear friend of mines. Jacob is a wonderful singer, performer and poet and I hope you all one day are able to read his great work. This poem is dedicated and inspired by Mr. Jacob Harrell 
Enjoy!
Dear God/Father,
How have you been? I’m soooooooooo excited to tell you about my new friend. I mean of course you know him because he’s one of your greatest creations, its weird when you like a guy based on conversation. He stuck out to me as someone whose different but so familiar, kinda like looking at myself in a full length mirror, seeing everything that I want and need but its only a reflection that I just can’t touch, I don’t know why I think of him so much. He’s very well mannered and he even calls me miss. Dang I hate feeling like this. I mean Father you know me more than anyone else, at times I get excited and ahead of myself. Father, he even writes poetry and his words are like blood because it just flows through me, and then when it reaches my lungs I’d rather inhale his words than exchange them for air. My body felt chills when he touched my hair. If my face was made of stone he could still make me smile, father I haven’t felt like this is a while. But how do I know he’s for real and his words are true, you see I turn to you when I don’t know what to do. Its so many things that make this a sticky situation, take for instance, our locations. He lives in LA and I live in New York but Father when him and I talk……its its its like we’re laying on the beach side by side with our backs in the sand, looking up at the moon as he caresses my hands, and then he wipes off water that splashes on my face. Even though its public I call this our private place. I call this our private place because its alllllllllllllllllll in my head. And I dream about him when I’m alone in my bed. I want to go to sleep so fast at times I forget to put a scarf on my head. I’d just wish one day I could meet him and this could all become true. But I’d just be so nervous I wouldn’t know what to do. Father! He’s so romantic, sweet, talented, and neat, so respectful and grand. He doesn’t have a name so I call him The Perfect Man. Lol. But now I’ve got to get up, I hate to leave him in my dreams, I just feel so ashamed. You know what father, let’s give him a name. Think! Think! Quick of one before I wake up.
Father: Tamara my daughter, your friends name is Jacob.
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