To my lover.
Your skin brown,
Overwhelming my nostrils with Coco Butter.
Your hands strong and tough,
As if to tell the pain that your ancestors struggled.
Your eyes deep,
Almost like an ocean that is never ending,
As if I'm the horizon you're dying to meet.
Your arms warm and welcoming
A party I'd like to be invited to.
Your lips like pillows of clouds,
Boy,
I would like to kiss those lips in every waking moment.
Your heart filled with gold,
Earth's pure gift to humane society.
Your love infinite,
Yet somehow well defined.
Your voice deep and sensual,
And I know it like the back of my hand.
Because you like to call at exactly 4:15 in the early morning,
That's the time the sky starts to brighten,
And you always called me your Sun.
I know sometimes I linger in anger and naïveté,
But my adoration for you holds me tightly to your chest.
My face never dries from all the tears,
But you never mind the wetness on your t-shirt.
You love to wipe them away.
A smile never leaves your face and for that I'm grateful,
My days are better with you, and without you those days would be numbered.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
