Why should they care
To be up in arms
When I'm in yours?

Shouldn't we wrap us
In dreams, music
and pastel horizons?

And if must let them
Be ignorant of who
We be together.

Between rest and peace
I slip.
The memories of you drip
(Sweat between your thighs)
into my dreams, and ink
the effervescent sighs
of my soul with the colour
of you.

Do you feel the hunger
In my embrace?

A ravenous deep pulls you into me.

(Darkness clings to the stars
the ocean laps, crashes, and slips
Into the sands)

I sip, and sift you slow
through my desires.

How does it feel to be my need?

12 am.
I ghost write in your dms.
The hidden side of me
Comes out to speak
Descriptions of soft weekends.
Fantastical phantom words
That weave together our beginnings
We balance on a lie
If anyone found out we'd end
So
Delete the messages
Or press unsend.
Solely between us
Our secret sins.

You're saccharine smile kindles
The wordsmith within me and
I alight with desire
To please you with words
In ways that no touch ever could

To weave dreams from ink
Into emotions that sink into your deep
Like fingertips drenched in nectar.

To give a pleasure
That burns fierce as the sun
that peaks over the Namibia desert.

I


found one hundred ways
to say your name.
I gathered all the titles of royalty,
And the forgotten gems
Of dead languages,
And wrote them of you,
Attached till the end of time
To your every inch.

Oh.

Fool am I, forever.
How I wish I could
Reach into the past,
Steal my poems,
Seal my pens,
Hide deep within, my letters
For a one in the future.
To tattoo her with e’ry character;
Rhetoric kissed into her skin
With phoneticized thoughts,
Communicated, like electricity
T’ween she and I, synapses.


Oh.

She deserves my thousands of
Insights gathered in the palm of mind.
And I had given them all to you.
Forever, and in hindsight
And passive reflection
With soft of exhaled breath
Past lips goes,

Oh.

Lightning will pierce gray sky,
And thunder
Vibrate through precipitation.
But the whisper
brush of wind throughout
is both birth and abeyance
To cloudburst.
The storm that breaks
To reveal nights constellations.

The only thing's between us
Is ardent candlelight,
Th'smell of inexpensive wine,
'nd jazz that whisps like smoke
Through heavy air
Color laden
.
And yet, th'distance between us
Is akin the space between
The saxist lips and his woodwind,
The painist and bassist fingertips,
On black and white keys'n
Ever vibrating strings.
.
Closer than th'gapless notes that slip
From the vocalist voice and soul
Nd'nto the stream of sound
That we call music.
The space between us is
Timeless.
.
.
.
Soft and sweet, turbulent and full
Passion that drips like ripened nectarines.
I bite into you, and you into me,
Perfect euphony.
Consuming consummation
In equilibrium
Ever nourishing.

A rainstorm into an open field
Soaking my pigments with
Colors nonexistent;
You’re a solar storm,
Irradiating, enriching me
In serenity transcendent.
Otherworldly on my tongue;
You are a forgotten language
Awaiting translation,
Patience and understanding.
Someone to take the time
To comprehend your words
Unspoken and unread.
Trust me to hold you,
To listen and read
With consideration and delicacy.
Know that I’m here for you to
Whisper your unknowns in my ear,
And compose your silent correspondence
On my skin with your lips
Without fear.

Embers and ashes
Is what’s become of
The spark that aroused
The constellations between us.
What do you suggest
We do to reignite the universe
That we created at the meeting
Of our lips, the contact of our eyes
The sensations that traveled, lightning,
Over our skin?
Can we regain what was lost
When we feel so distant?
We touched ever so briefly like tangents
And despite the growing separation,
Still yearn for another again.
Is there a way to savor the moment
And hold it, bottled like wine
For some future time when the future
is not enough?
I yearn for more of your fingertips
Tracing over my depths, but I can’t
Deny the way we fade into the quiet...
Embers burning to ashes and dust
Is what’s left of us,

I yearned for a touch
To reach through into
The deep of me.
Yearned for a voice
that'd create in me
a trembling
Soul filled with
anticipation.
And this you gave,
But oh how quickly
You take it away.
Barely a lingering taste
On my lips.
You've slipped away
In silence
Like water droplets
Slipping from the petals
Of an unfurling flower;
Condensation that dewed
Upon the vibrant blooms
In the soft night,
Only to dissipate in dawn's light.
Leaving me only
with questions,
pondering the now dying
Fire, soft embers,
within your
eyes.

It's undeniable.
The ******* ecstasy
When the sunlight hits;
Electromagnetic waves absorbed
By your earthtone, melanated skin.
It kisses you,
wraps you in its heat
And turns your brown eyes
into pools of amber honey.
It crowns you in magnificence and glory.
Is there plausible deniability then
To ignore the evident?
The irrefutable testament
That you were born elegance.
Royal magnificence embodied
Within your entire being.
More precious than the stones
Set into the crowns of Kings.
You are the precious stones
Set deep, raw and refined
Within the earth,
and the stars set into the everness
Of the universe.
Your pain only made you more beautiful,
A descendant of forgotten riches,
Remember...
Even the sun graces you
To spite the hatred spewed
At your dignity.
The proginy of Africa,
You were born
To conquer adversity.

Something about the way
You hold your wine glass
Intrigues and piques me.
The way the condensation
Contrasts with the heat
That emanates from your hand;
Water droplets slipping between
your fingers. your honey skin
Evocative of the sweet Chardonnay
From which you sip bequaething
The glass with red lips stains.
There's something about the imagery
That leaves me yearning for a taste.

unpromise me forever;
abandoned lovelorn that I've become,
I need to be free from
the paradox of your absent
stagnance.

A memory that brings sharp pangs.
A better-left-empty cup of coffee.
A Winter that promises to get colder.
Today, a high of -10° degrees.
And then she steps into the room.
Into my world.
A flower in perpetual bloom,
A smile that outshines stars
A laugh that radiates the dark.
Today,  sparks fly deep in my heart
And I again feel warmth.

Don't force yourself to forget.
leaves still fall in Autumn,
And flowers still bud in spring.

My fingers tickle against
The soft fibers of the first page
In a manuscript written with
dedicated ardence. I
admire the ink uncials, left behind
By eloquent whispers passed from
Your eyes, to My lips.
From your tongue
To my skin.
Salacious words succulent
That permeate the thick paper,
Like heavy breaths from a prurient
Night.
I savor the memory,
Turning over the page to find
Blank linen sheets left awaiting,
for letters and punctuation
Until, poem after poem,
A new chapter again
we commence.

I have no tears left for grief.
Instead I write
Them down in pitch black ink.
No,
I have no more tears to cry.

And

I have no voice left to weep.
Instead I pluck Harp strings
that sigh
Soft songs into the lonely nights.
I
Have no voice left to cry.

We love to see those
special ones we love
Make changes for us.

But
during the evolution,
Did we remember to
Love who they are?

Afterwards,
Are they still deep down
The same one we fell in love with?
Or did we lose them while
Sculpting them into a new image

The
butterflies that fluttered
in your heart after our eyes met,
Have bloomed into carnations
Full of stars constellated
With passion between
your thighs.
I
can feel the heat
of your unseen
As it begins to rise
As the sun on the horizon
until your sensuous reaches zenith
and I witness
Your flower petals kaleidoscope and unfurl
As you release sweet nectar that pearls,
with aromatic efflorescence,
Onto the the surface
Of my stamen

You're
the Amaryllis
Among the roses.
I found myself falling
For your confident elegance,
And Intelligence long
before I fell for your
passion.

You
Devoted the time to
Become versed in my
vernacular.
Now
study the pages filled
With ink as I stand,  
vulnerable and naked before you
In all my melanin.

I
watch as
your flower unfurls
in all its glory.
Iridescent colors like many
stars collected in you
Illuminate your beautiful
heart irradiates
Me
.

No
song because
These are the kind of words
That no one sings.
This is a theme
we shouldn't repeat.
What we have is
Just a passing moment
Only a short poem
I hope you never see.

No.
There's nothing beautiful about this
Nothing beautiful about sin..
But you make it look so heavenly.
Tainted so my broken heart bleeds
Symphonies in every beat.

My
Every word's a sword.
Is it suicide then
When I tattoo myself with my pen;
Write my pain into permanence.
My late nights spent stuck in bed;
Yearning for a warmth that you never send.
I watch the coming dawn from the safety
Of my covers I-I-I'm tired from a sleepless night.
Happy that None can see me cry when the sunrise greets the new days sky
And I'm not feeling right
Cause I been left alone
To face a world
unknown

But
If I called you'd answer right?
If I text you when the moon's high,
And the darkness has settled,
And my mind meddles
With the idea of you,
You'd reply right?

If
I told you I need you…
Is that too desperate?
Rhetorical question
But I understand your objections
Of who I am.
For I now know
Know why the caged bird sang...
And why he fell silent.

Hundreds of poems
Were never enough.
So I gave up writing
For someone who'd
Never understand
Depths; the essence,
The timelessness
Of my words.

I didn't know what it was
About you that drew
Me in;
Perplexed, I couldn't figure
It out why you were
Stuck in my synapses.
I couldn't have known
Without seeing it
Once more.
Then we met again
And you smiled and I knew

I am a fire.
I burn through the space and time
Around me.
Only To watch roses rise,
Like colored smoke,
from smoldering
Ashes to spring
Into full bloom
.
For what other use
Could there be for my high energy
But to blaze through the world
And fade like fire? To dissapate
And leave roses in my wake.
.
I've written,
Composed,
And painted
Into immortality
My love
For thee
.
But without fuel how could I burn hot enough?

I'm partial to my Black Queen.
Been partial ever since the time
When she added her stars
To the universe of my mind,
Shined light on places I never seen
About myself, good and bad.
She's an African American dream.
Confident, fiery, loving, sweet.

Hair; dark brown,
Thick, strong, curly, long, full.
Body; dark skinned,
Thick, strong, curvy, soft full,
Mind;
Fierce, strong, gentle.
Spirit;
Beautiful.

With knowledge and growing wisdom
Her brown eyes pierce me deep.
I gasp for breath when
I'm diving through her deep.
The double entendres
In the words I speak
Deciphered
Only by my Queen.
Spoken only in the ears
Of my Queen.
I wrap her in my words
And twist her around the syllables
That generate in my mind
When she's swimmin in my mental.
And now
Transcribing her visual
Has become a pastime
And for my Queen
I'm always partial with the
greatest of all commodities.
Time.

You could hurt me,
Leave me with the scars
Of a couple heartbreaks.

But strange as it may be
I still long for you when we're apart
You should know I want you to stay.

You could simply
Stay silent, simply  depart,
But I deplore that you remain.

It feels at times that this symphony,
This concerto, this song, has lost
It's form and the end's round the corner.
But put the record back on
And see how this romance
Plays so much
longer.

I'd rather the blistering cold of
Freezing wind from
A thousand winters...
Than to feel again the affects
Of what you just did to me.

When I was younger
I can remember
Hiding in a dark closet
To cry tears that otherwise
Would go noticed.
I was ashamed of pain
And sadness
Ashamed of how they
Turned my face into a mess,
And also scared of the reactions
People would have
Once they knew my reasons,
Once they knew my weakness.
I can remember those days
When I'd hide away,
Throw covers over my head
And scream
My anguish Into a pillow.
Now I call that pillow poetry

Spring rain
Drops,
And drips,
And drizzles,
Over vibrant flower petals
As moonlight filters through
Thick clouds to illuminate
Your eccentric hues.
And when the sunrise dawns
And reveals the morning dew,
I'll breath in deep the lovely scent,
Left behind by the enactment
of passion,
petrichor that tingles my mind
And fills me with both satiation,
And yearning for

Spring rain that
Drops,
Drips,
And abundantly pours
Energy
That meets between
The storms of our souls
As we float beneath the sheets
Intwined with eachother
Akin
Colors that are
Dripping
Dropping
blending on a palatte
Until the brush is released
To paint the artwork
On a new canvas
And the pen is unleashed
To engrave the timeless words
That dye and permeat you with
Permenant ink.

Just like that
I want to
Bring your love to me,
Make love to me
With the rejuvunating
energy of spring.