Poetry Month: We

Posted on April 14, 2012

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The week is not over and I owe you a poem. Heck, I owe myself a poem. Hot off my notebook and straight to the blog, unedited and uncut. Here we go!

We

It’s you

because I like the way your

energy feels across my

tongue & how you

reverberate in the prints of my

fingertips & when  your

eyes slice through my

flesh and retreat back to my 

brown (moles & all). It’s your

scent lingering in my

locs & how we

feel in our

created spaces. It’s you

It’s me

It’s ours

I

must see you

and pray you

see me

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