If you disappeared
what would I remember
would it be your dreams
To write
To dance
To sing
To help
To manage
To change the world
Or would I remember
Those looks
Your smile after telling a terrible joke
Your side way smirk when I’ve done something stupid
The dedication on your face as you breeze through choreography
Or the times you just stared through me
I can’t stand to ever lose you
Though I know I eventually will
The sweet conversation of birds,
The chorus of the fapping wing,
The whistle of rain washed feather,
You are the voices of spring.
The thunder of the trees that sway,
The percussion of the rain that falls,
The light fragrance of the morning breeze,
You are the genesis of my day
What little you gave
Has me thirsting
Needing
Dying for more
You are my temptest
You play on my weakness
And now I am ready to give in
ready to be overtaken
By your gentle touches and curious nature
Ready to be loved by your soft hands and smooth words
Ready to kiss those lips
And taste the sheer sweetness that lies behind them
I am ready to let go and let you lead the way
Do with me what you will
For I am your’s
I fell a wave rush over me
It starts as a warm whisper in my core
Then grows to a
Chilling
Tingling
rumble
In my chest
It rises, expands
Til my fingertips are mountain tops
And my mind is on the edge
Of the earth
I feel my breathes
Rise
Fall
Like tides
The sweat
Drips
Slides
Precipitates
Down on me
Like the fragrant
First rain
Of april
The air
Thick
Warm
Comforting.
It is the heat of
July
My heart beats the rhythm of
Mother Africa
I don’t know where this
Is going
But I’m getting there
Fast
My lips open
Close
Mouthing sounds
Meaningless syllables
As my mind
Searches
Hunts
Cries
For a word
To describe this
But as the peak
Of this sensation
Approaches
I am left speachless
This moment ends
And I parachute
Back down to earth
Then drift
Lower
And lower
Infinitely low
My broken, exhausted
Mind falls to a state where
The depths of my soul
Ooze
Merge
Crash
Into each other
I am finally at peace
You with the red hair and crooked smile
Have hurt me
Deeply inward
My friend of a year and a half
You have seen me through what seemed to be the twilight of my life
Now you look me in the eye and say those heart wrenching words
That lie beneath the smiles of my family
The words that creep out of my mother’s conversations
Her subliminal message
“You are going to hell.”
Those 5 words some how nonchalantly
Ease out of you
You
The wolf in sheepskin
Devoured my joy
You ate at my heart
Now all that is left of me
Are the tears that I hid from the world
You with the red hair and crooked smile
Have made me lose hope
When the rain falls and leaves rustle,
We lay intertwined on white sheets.
We share whispers that tickle ears.
I find rest in the curls of your hair and the curves of your body,
As you take in the innocence of my puckered lips,
The innocence of this moment
We compare hands, rub noses, and kiss so gently that butterflies blush
And as the drip drop of the rain, drizzles against the window pane
I am here
Lieing with you.
The one drop
That started the storm
The tip of the prick
That begins the thorn
The tear
That brings on the sob
That look that you gave
Made my heart throb
You are the start of my life
My first breath
You are the onset of my end
The cause of my death
To you I am nothing
A mere stepping stone
But when you step upon me
At last I am home
Ebony is splendour
The gold that lies beneath skin
Such sweet cocoas and carmels
What gods and godesses
Are we?
Such sensually savory skin
When will you let me in?
Let me hold you,
Let me delve into you,
Just let me know you
There’s a reason the heavens placed
Our eyes on our heads
Why when we look at the world
We are not naturally consumed
With the image of ourselves
We were originally intended
To view the world
For the masterpiece that it is
But then that damn devil
Not only showed Eve that
Wretched apple
But revealed to her
The most dangerous thing of all
Her reflection
This mirage
This contorted refration of light
Was the fall of mankind
She stared
She caught every line
Saw every shade
Felted every hill
Every valley
Every curvature
And plain
Of the original woman
Never once did she try
To love this body
Instinctively she hated.
She thought eating the apple
Might help her complexion
Or thin out her waist
She wanted
She needed to alter
What was made from perfection
Looked at herself
And loathed the very semblance
Of God
This was the first sin
And the core of all the others
