His eyes
blue like the ocean
burn me to the core.

His lips
speaking words like fire
that wash over me in a wave of glorious torture.

His voice
like a soothing melody
that sets me off like a balloon loosing helium.

His hands
soft to the touch
but rough in the places he touches me.

His name
like a curse on their tongues
but like a dream passing my lips.

He
is like an anchor keeping my feet on the ground
yet he's the wind under my wings keeping my head in the clouds.

glittering snow blanketing road ****
sit in front of the television
lick the cable static
it’s cold
you’re under my finger nails along with pill dust
you told me not to name the trapped wasps in between the windows
but i did it anyway
I gave myself stitches so you wouldn’t have to drive me to the hospital
my DNA would have leaked all over your car seats
I’m sorry I’m a cigarette burn in your clothes
I’m sorry ambulance sirens are my lulls

This morning.
Cream.
Staring out that window.
Two sugars.
And You.
Smiling.
Why would you want yours any other way?

My black is my beautiful.
It doesn’t matter about the shade of my
Skin,
Or the length of my hair.
It doesn’t matter to me who whisper and
Stare.
My Black Is My Beautiful.
My soul sisters lets reunite.
Let’s take apart of this wonderful night.
I want to get naked and live
Life.
I love my black,
And yes,
I mean that.
From skinny to fat;
My Black Is My Beautiful.
My lovely curves, and full lips.
My big nose, and wide hips.
If you seen a skinny lady,
I bet you couldn’t grip;
My Black Is My Beautiful.
Now listen my soul sisters,
And let’s sang our favorite song.
Let’s hum,
And laugh,
Talk,
And smile,
Cause God made us all.
Aren’t we all equal;
To rest of our people?
Yes,
Cause,
My Black Is My Beautiful.
So snap your fingers,
Along with the beat;
The sound of my words,
My soul sisters can you feel the heat?
No need to speak,
And say a little greet,
Cause in due time we shall meet.
My Black Is My Beautiful
    

                                                                             Marci H.

Good morning,
gentle readers.

If I could,
I would
bring you
flowers and
latte and kiss
your blues
away.

Really.
    ~mce

They run my life
they make it all better
they're my bestfriend,
lover, teacher, mother.
I wish I could escape
but I'm addicted.
An addiction to cope
with the one lost.
As soon as you left me
I wasn't sure what to do
I was addicted,
addicted to you.
They help me with
a bit of the pain.
But when you left
you took a part of me away.