Woke, what does it mean?
You call everything woke with which you disagree
Having blue hair or boys over for tea
Though you turn your head away from real atrocities
Small bodies in cots, bellies distended from rot
Young black men in the streets out there getting shot
Women carrying babies with no hope of life
Yet you call this "woke" and claim your own strife
If your eyes were to open and you were to see
Maybe you'd be awoken, woke just like me.

The weight of your love raptures me
Above a height unknown to me
The clouds caress my face
Embraced by the sunlight
Cloaked in ethereal bliss
When you kiss me I can feel my heart escape the confines of my ribs
Your touch electric and warming
Your scent envelopes me like a shroud
Swathe me in your embrace
Lead me towards the edge of oblivion

I want to finger paint you against the sunset, encapsulating your beauty for a moment in time, enraptured by the glow of fading light

I want to catch your gaze as you laugh, your eyes alight with glee ascribed to the humor of something so seemingly mundane

I want to kiss you beneath the stars, each one singing a tale of long since forgotten lovers who have carved their paths below them

I want to hold you for endless minutes, the touch of your skin scorching into my memory the intimacy and intricacy of such fleeting embraces

You are divine essence in motion. You are ethereal.

I lay dormant
Subdued but in whole
I manage my being in stasis
At peace, I am cradled by the light
The long and gentle fingers nestled into the ether
A lengthy slumber is ahead of me
What comfort may it bring?