owner of fire and me,
god of breaking hearts,
red and white you bleed,
all the while steadily leaking me,
saying I’m your favorite,
while others you keep,
I’m Oya to you,
lighting you are,
I’m struck again by
your lightning rod,
until no more,
all I could express
is Dear Shango.
the Moth in company
a push north on your nose
a June night under the stars
a June day in the cover of ocean
a silk robe
“I jig em'”
other worlds of bliss and other worlds of sadness too
won’t discuss now
a cautionary tale
a ride from Tampa to Ocala
an Ashanti medallion in blue
a wedding plan
and the end of all things
at the hands of
little by little
Love again, and again.
Let there be no limit
Have the courage to be beautiful in love even when someone misconstrues the word and uses it wrongly.
Do not be afraid or refuse to be renewed in its spirit elsewhere.
Let no one injure your most beautiful human ability.
It is all too often betrayed by many.
But don’t let that be your concern for it is their tragic loss.
And it is a loss they may never truly appreciate or understand.
To love is to be sincere, to be compassionate, to be honest, to be full, to be open, to be connected, to be selfless, to be incapable of being defined.
Love seeks to resolve chaos, not inflict. Love is both the medium and the destination.
So despite, love again and again.
Pull my hair in a bun,
And slip on my slim, cotton blue dress stolen from former daytime use.
I send a text or two to you when the night has tucked me in and laid me bare against my belly and my full thoughts.
I know I must prepare for the 5 am HIIT that is waiting to dent my day, and
Remind me that I am steel too, even right now.
I shed a tear. A round, full, untimely tear.
Lately, I have the ones that don’t even announce themselves. They just show up when I flashback to all the tremors.
But I now know it is because I infinitely love like that. When one seeks to demolish through deed or action, I will still be the solid structure ready to withstand.
But you tell me that the point is a true love wouldn’t put me in a storm or a tremor in the first place and suddenly, I am dry.
I am resolve.
I am rational.
I am well-lit.
this I bring to you.
this sweet simple thing.
an exchange of hurt for smiles.
an exchange of falsity for truth.
an exchange of pain for laughter.
an exchange of late nights for early mornings.
an exchange of dark secrets for translucent openness.
an exchange of hurtful words for loving ones.
an exchange of deceitful intimacy for the real, real thing.
this I bring to you he says.
because I recognize I am capable of nothing less and you are deserving of that and more.
Crisp air. Now night.
You wipe my tears.
You remind me of my light.
You see me struggle but tell me
everything is already alright.
I start to believe there is another way,
I see it over California mountains, over your hand wiping random tears from my brown skin.
And now it is time to say goodnight,