I wish a writer loved me.
I would like to know how my hair falls, how my lips taste, or
how my eyes demand the truth.
How my laughter fills hearts, or how softly I breathe when I sleep.
He would use adjectives like "Divine" and
Nouns like "Royalty"
I would wake up to poems that had been written because he was too nervous
to read them aloud.
I wouldn't mind a shaky voice.
I wish a writer loved me because then I know that I would live forever in his heart like the words he would serenade me with.
A writer's love? Unparalleled,
and I speak from experience.
Say baby, can I be your Queen?
I've got to admit boy... you got me lit boy,
and I'm ready to unstitch your seams.
Now do they call you Cepheus, crowned with stars,
or maybe Ruler of the sky...
Brother to the equally vast and unknown ocean.
Is your name Tutankhamun? Oh hell no, you've got to be Ramses.
Is that a twinkle I put in your eye boy?
Bright as the moon dipped in gold
sweet talk me with those honey kissed words
and take mine out of my mouth for me
Who am I, you ask?
Well, that's not important
but I am daughter of the Moon, and
I hear they call you Brother to the Night.
I am the comfort in your darkness
Trying to become the life in your light.
I would like to give you a taste of
what the others wasted
and see if maybe you could savor it a little longer.
It's you that I'd take the chance on romance with...
Who am I?
Well, I am daughter of the Moon, and
I hear they call you Brother to the Night.
I am the comfort in your darkness
Trying to become the life in your light.
Is that alright?
I've got to admit boy... you got me lit boy,
and I'm ready to unstitch your seams.
Now do they call you Cepheus, crowned with stars,
or maybe Ruler of the sky...
Brother to the equally vast and unknown ocean.
Is your name Tutankhamun? Oh hell no, you've got to be Ramses.
Is that a twinkle I put in your eye boy?
Bright as the moon dipped in gold
sweet talk me with those honey kissed words
and take mine out of my mouth for me
Who am I, you ask?
Well, that's not important
but I am daughter of the Moon, and
I hear they call you Brother to the Night.
I am the comfort in your darkness
Trying to become the life in your light.
I would like to give you a taste of
what the others wasted
and see if maybe you could savor it a little longer.
It's you that I'd take the chance on romance with...
Who am I?
Well, I am daughter of the Moon, and
I hear they call you Brother to the Night.
I am the comfort in your darkness
Trying to become the life in your light.
Is that alright?
The night that my skirt matched the sky.
I forgot where we were going to eat.
When I stopped carrying my toothbrush over there & just left it.
Our first time.
The "all of the lights" interlude,
When we tiptoed our fingers across each other's bodies to every piano keystroke.
When I asked him "Why are you so good to me?"
And he said "You deserve it"
The night he'll never forget...
When I asked him if he wanted me to love him,
and he said yes.
It got cold outside.
"My shabba, my shabba! You brought him!"
Flashbacks of the melted blue popsicle
that I waited for...
That summer.
I didn't mind waiting for him.
The day I walked away from him,
and he laughed.
When I hated him...
"Air conditioning music"
only thinking about him on my flight to Kenya.
Wishing he was with me.
The time he told me I smelled like a bar stool.
The times I drank too much...
When we smoked outside and couldn't feel our feet.
"Baby we'll live a hell of a liiiiife"
"Never in your wildest dreams"
Never in my wildest dreams.
My nervous voice when I read a poem to him for the first time,
feeling so embarrassed.
When I took off my shirt, & he commented on how comfortable I am around him.
When I realized how comfortable I am around him.
"I love you gurl"
"I love you boi"
When I realized that I really do love him.
When I started writing poems about him.
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