I loved you through the darkest times
of my life,
savoring the moments
when you made me feel
like I was your home,
calling me to come over to your crib and check up on you,
to go out for a ride in my whip
as we cruised the highways,
bumping to the smooth beat
of Notorious B.I.G.’s song, One More Chance,
spitting bars, breathing in the vibe, and leaning to the side,
raising our hands to the clear southeastern sky,
the calm, joyful breeze blowing upon us.
I remember how you soothed my emotions
with your lingeringly gentle touch,
allowing me to feel such glowing sweetness
in your presence,
as if we had teleported to an unexplored land
where the sheerly exuberant rivers rolled in from the east,
inviting us into pleasing bliss,
to stand in front of you,
your arms enclosing my body to yours,
staring at the tall, full-grown trees,
their leaves in harmonious rhythm with the motion of our limbs,
the beautiful, blue-eyed eagles soaring in synchronization
with the vagrant wide clouds,
making me want to dance cheerfully in nature’s greatness.
It was incredible how your touch
could transport me to another place away from reality,
your eyes like the color of obsidian,
so interestingly alive,
your eyebrows a spellbinding dwelling of compelling love
that I enjoyed being immersed inside of,
your moist, royal kisses on my cheek so delectable
that I could feel the intense, radiant heat on my bones.
I craved everything brightening within you,
the way your dreads were designed so effortlessly,
a peaceful place to be,
a significant destination,
a shimmering constellation,
a majestic creation,
embracing it all,
without no pause.