Its as big as my dang face lol

I was feeling some type of way when I created this…

I lost tomorrow.

she thought it’d be better 

if she leave,

only after she saw me with today

smiling. 

spine slightly curved 

against the kitchen door post,

her hand in my back pocket.

flirtatious teens, 

shooting the breeze…

indoors

Tomorrow said,

she always knew.

peeped game 

the first time 

she heard the way

Today says my name.

the cigarettes

in the ashtray,

smudge free 

(Maybeline)  

rouge…

Today is Janet

Lady in red mentality

gay husband

and all.

fierce,

with a heart 

too heavy to hold.

But easy to love 

from a distance

Bad as a muh fucker!

so bad,

she leaves me by sunrise.

I lay

fetal position prepared

and yearning 

for Today’s hands

on my hips

aiding the arrival of her body

next to mine.

you know, 

morning cuddle security.

AM anticipation

slowly

gets old…

so,

I’ve learned 

go with the flow

Neglecting expectation

every once in a while though

It’s new

like teenagers

smiling

and 

I just cant…

cant help my empty

sad…

if today leaves

at least

I can still count 

on the ability to breathe.

if tomorrow leaves,

I’ll be nothing more than dead.

Plaster these days in marble
For the preservation of laughing eyes
love without flaw
Her touch
hands on one accord
Lips without regret
slow
And intentional
like they know me or something

Side note…

I wonder if she can tell my equilibrium is of delinquent regard
I try not to fall so hard when she’s looking
Sometimes my heart fails light the flare
Leaving me engulfed in passion and giggles
Sorrow lagging behind
To say I love her belittles my emotion
I’ve said those same words to others, but no encounter has been as divine
No hug as spiritual
Yea,
we have our days… Just like everyone else

But these days!

Man…

Such monumental benevolence
The tourist will come from all around town to see this love
Familiar and warm
And true
And significant…

Others don’t compare

We know this
And would rather not explain the circumstance

We live now…
Worry about the rest later

Yea yall…

Days like these

This morning
She was beside me
While she slept
My head found its way to her chest
Her heartbeat
Caught me
Completely off guard
And vulnerable
It had been a while
Since I heard
I cried
Silent
Happy
Sad
At the same time
Couldn’t stop
So I let go
In her arms
Against her chest
This morning

Damsel draped in honey dew

Rejecting rescue

Enticed by the capture of my kiss

Tonight we will dance

Quick quick slow to the rhythm of disaster

My sheets will hold our secrets

Long after the wash

My walls will anger

For the lack of remote control

They have no choice

We channel energy

Walls watch against will

Us

Blow backs in

Bang big in theory

Begin end

And then

Repeat

Nights like these

I can’t explain

But the rain

Exemplifies her desire

God calls us greedy

We aren’t supposed to be here

In the dark

Giving each other reasons to love

Trapped in this box of glory

We have others, significant

But this…

This

Is incomparable

This isn’t a poem, just a collection of thoughts… 

Pep talk preparation for Philadelphia birthday celebration

She said

It’s my birthday

You and her will be in the same space because I want you both there

Now, I don’t want to be responsible for anyone’s emotions so imma need yall to chill

What I heard was

I know you love me

And I know it will kill you to see me with another

But just forget you have a heart for the weekend

Those emotions of yours

Leave them at home

just bring your body

My best friend said that I shouldn’t go

With tears in my eyes

I said but I love her

I wonder what the other chick was saying…

I wonder what thoughts were running through her mind

Which one of us is dumb?

Me, agreeing to suicide

Or her, for watching

Hope was shot to death February 14^th

A dinner with me would mix signals

Hope regained a heart beat February 29^th

Then was sent into a state of shock with a text message

“She is here. I don’t care. I’m leaving”

Which one of us is dumb?

Me for placing my emotions in a medically induced coma

Or her for still being there after the date was over?

Maybe I’m the dumb one

The one in love is always the dumb one, right?

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“Tell Me Your Secrets” Inspired by Poet/Author Shelly Bell. Get free! Join the Liberation Movement!!!!!!

So, a few months ago I was being clowned by two poet friends of mine. They were making fun of my abilities in bed… So I wrote a poem about it lol This is so old but here you go…

beating chests

like primates

heads tilted

face toward the sky

pride yell high

to the tips of lungs

that we

indeed

be fucking

hard

all night long

straps

fingers

and penis

penetrate strong

beat it up

dog it out

tear it down

getting it in

round for round

mushrooms

at the ends

of tunnels

feeding egos

the only thing

with room left to grow

cuz dicks don’t get bigger

fingers wont get thicker

and straps

are just plain old

inanimate objects

so yes

clown me

for being one

of few

who appreciates

the time God took

to create

such an intricate design

laugh at me

for enjoying the

way a woman shutters

when i kiss her spine

one vertibrae

at a time

painting portraits

on inner thighs

watching

chests rise and fall

while inhaling

her anticipation

i enjoy

patience

sex aint always a race

its

and experience

and no

she might not go home

singing that drake song

but she will leave

satisfied…