Dark alleys
are for catious lovers.
Cigarette butts littered
the asphalt
when his lips met mine.

He stole my breath
as easily
as he creeps
into thought.
So powerfully
that
constalations collapse.

Shadows danced
encircling us
teasing of our secret.
Cigarette smoke rising
clinging to me
along with his scent
and affection.

He must have
been carved by God's
and cursed by Ruin.
Fallen to this earth
as a cast away.
His eyes
say so much..

In his arms
I felt
everything
all at once.
The ground shifting
under my feet.
This alley
forever imprinted
with this moment.

Among the art of dramatically stained coffee napkins, ***** plates and cheap fashion Magazines, she lay sleeping. Hugged by the lazy corner edge of a moth-eaten sofa bed.

'Paris I love you', it's what it said on her t-shirt, but the talking in her sleep was nice. There was Something about the way she tripped over the English language, she knew so well.

Here it was. Us.
The cinematic picture of immature love trying it's best to claw back real. Her porcelain face highlighted just enough by sun and glitter. If my eyes were shut, I wouldn't have seen the beautiful fireworks.

I don't know how we got here? so I kept rewinding these grand ideas of life and love. Hoping 'once apon a time' still had room for us.

They think they have to right to hit her. Her bruised black eye, shouts out to me from the top of the stairs.

I tried to catch every tear that fell from her face, hoping that one day I could put them back.

Hoping that I could make her smile with all the lost brilliance of a young black man, that would grow up to learn and to love, to fight and feel.

The Unequivocal love of a woman so beautiful, her iridescent glow would make a blind man see.