LOA

my son was six months old when i sat in our kitchen and tattooed myself.
dripping blood and ink
you can get anything on the internet,
and i wanted to remember this bliss,
how you got here and all the days of wonderment.

apres vous

i never felt more alive than in all the days after you.
all the lovers that slowly took me away from your obtuse.
smiling at the sun,
i’ve slowly begun to run.

our trees

the song of our trees begins softly at first,
like the first whispered verse of an ancient aria born free from a burst of words spoken out of anger or animosity.
born of the truest love,
and the simplest reciprocity.
of life and liberty, and
precious notes we all know but whose frequency we cannot hear.

big pillowy belts of air fill the atmosphere with
delicate harmonies slowly taking up space
like grand ideas taking their place in a grand opera house
where their melodies press our memories tightly against the face of their branches.

and beneath their power stances
pulsing within the earth that you and i draw power from and stand upon,
the blood of our ancestors that surround you and i
in the air and everywhere around us.

warriors rise

the heart of a warrior beats inside me like gandhi
when society throws all its blackness it has up on me
when being black or a person of color means criminality
despite clinging to words like innocent until proven guilty
words existing only to spite the minority
groups of marginalized made to feel excluded from the authorities
since neutrality is only shown to the rich feeding superiority
instead of hungry mouths or minds of those in society
with the ability to create a better world for us all.

mystery spots

you stole my soul early on
not long after we met
the moment you flipped me over on my bed
and fucked me from behind
under the moonlight.

you

thank you for being you,

my one time fleeting star

whose sparkle fell into my eyes

leaving a flicker of magic
left to stir my heart
like warm milk and honey when i can't sleep. 

the steam
the screams
the stares as the sun rose over all of our cares,
we who dared to love.

i can sometimes hear your pulse as you lay on my bed
feel your shadow over my skin
pressed against me

in the silence.
i hear you in the dead of night
then in the twilight of day
your voice lingering on my breath

as i remember it all.

mornings

in the morning when i wake up next to you
i think about all the ways loving you makes me a better person
how the day will be so much better than the last
and how we work at happiness.

i remember the first time i saw your face
when your smile almost made me cry
knowing that this was it
forever falling into my lap.