I won't say
that you're
“the one”
But I remember asking God
for black skin, red hair
and freckles
I mean
To be beautifully black
with hair adorned with fire
And exquisitely freckled skin
Ought to be a crime.
It's like God kissed you twice
And embellished you with the sun
Before sending you to earth
A king
To me
we were destined to be friends
you, my dear are a triple threat
it is hard not to get caught up
in the redness of your hair
and your big-lipped smile
when we are together
I try not to stare like a fool
But ****, Black man
must you be so fine.
You remind me
of my secret conversations with God
you are the image
of him
shaking his head at my request
but humoring me anyways
because He loves me so much
and while you’re here in my life
I am going to enjoy it
Every single moment, Red
Can I call you mine, Red?
as in
"My Red Bearded King"
Can I hold your hand
And kiss your lips
In appreciation of the Poet’s skilled hand
A ballad
Beautifully composed by the Creator
To be read by my lips
Slowly and intentionally
Opening my heart up
To every possibility of you
I won't say that you're
"the one"
But you can be
If you want
i have a friend. he is beautiful. Part of me is scared to dive farther than friendship because I don’t want to get my feelings hurt. Because of this, I am happy to be his friend and sit close to him without the complexities that come with being more than that. Now, don't get me wrong, I will be his if he will be mine. I will give myself to him if he’ll have me.
