My flesh was burning in lust,
lingering in the labyrinths
of your love, wanting to run
my fingers on your cheeks,
embrace your heavenly essence,
your melanin depths, the sweet
melodies rolling off the roof
of your mouth onto my palms.
Your high vibration was shaking
my cells, unearthing my dimension,
the scent of your kingdom stuck
on my shoulders, your urban
streets a world of possibilities
shouldering me beyond paradise.
I was floating inside your Milky Way,
tripping on similes and metaphors,
backsliding on the slopes of your shoulders.
You were my rarest form of art,
a stunning masterpiece I could gaze at
around the midnight stars and feel right at home.