Love
“Some connections aren’t loud—they linger.”
Arch-Nemesis
They say keep your friends close—
and your enemies closer.
So when one passes, I go disciplined.
“Big asses are my arch-nemesis.”
Big asses are my arch-nemesis.
They say, ‘Keep your friends close—
and your enemies even closer.’
So every time I see one,
I gotta stay focused.
Keep your eyes on your enemies.
Lip Gloss Memory
Some flavors linger
longer than moments.
“Some flavors linger longer than moments.”
You wear the lip gloss
that made our lips stick
when we kissed.
Cherry.
Strawberry.
Watermelon.
I’ve tasted all of them.
After the Shades Close - Explicit
FaceTime ain’t been the same
since we had FaceTime.
“Desire speaks loudest when the world goes quiet.”
Put your pussy on my face.
Let me close the shades.
FaceTime ain’t been the same
since we had FaceTime.
Tongue on your fruit—
and I ain’t talking
no bitten apples.
Hold your waist up
like a broken dinner table—
c’mon, what you doing?
Why you moving?
I’m just saying.
You be playing.
Let me put my face in?
Fall Asleep Together
Not everything needs a destination. Sometimes closeness is quiet—shared screens, shared silence, and the comfort of drifting off knowing someone stayed.
“No plans.
Just company.”
What are you doing tonight?
I was thinking we could FaceTime—
share my screen,
put something on Netflix,
and just fall asleep.
I Beseech You
A restrained meditation on attraction, presence, and the anxiety that rises when admiration is honest.
“Attraction doesn’t rush.
It adjusts.”
I beseech you.
Anxiety climbs
when I see you.
I move to the other side
just to let you through.
I don’t think you’re cute—
I assure you,
you’re beautiful.
Exceptional.
You don’t need Chanel.
Maybe something out of Tiffany’s.
Diamonds are forever, and
the ten-millimeter white studs
bring out your eyes more clearly.
Body Smile
Before the mouth learns joy,
the body tells the truth.
A shoulder relaxes.
A breath leans in.
The spine remembers how to listen.
This is not a smile you practice.
It arrives without instruction,
without mirrors,
without witnesses.
The body smiles
when it feels safe enough
to be honest.
And nothing
is louder than that.
Your veins are threads
beneath a mesh of skin.
Your complexion—
chocolate,
dusted with sugar-cinnamon.