Let me start by saying-I love you.
As I begin to suck you into my worldly oxygen...
You help me breath better.
I see brighter days behind your medium dark brown eyes...
And I'm caught in the haze of you.
Gazing like floating memories on how I made you mine.
As we define eachother...
The greatest love of all.
Of all the many boys I thought I loved...
I love you as my man,
Friend,
lover,
future husband,
the most.
And I boast proudly of being made from your rib.
We match like lit fires.
I watch my day dreams turn into the here and now.
And somehow...
I wrapped you up in poetry and called you mine.
As you pull up chair to table to dine in my mind,
As my exibit.
I named you Ebony's David.
6 comments:
You two really are beautiful together. I am really glad you have found some peace girl. (And someone who cansettle your ass down, or provide bail money when necessary..lololololol)
LMAO! Shut up, but so true. That's my davidbabid!
"We match like lit fires."
very nice use of imagery and simile. i tell ya, that black love is a helluva poetry starter!!! ;-)
It's a helluva drug too.
Dang angel. Punk. dat's my line, too.
Preciate it...
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