I don’t want to want a past I never knew. I don’t want to want romance remembered partially true. I don’t want to wish. my lover was a panther sleek, black and strong let the CIA answer why my love wasn’t bulletproof and now my afro works like a sponge to soak up his blood […]
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He Lays on His Back
He lays on his back And lets me love him. I ask only that he let me climb The space that separates My soul from his, His needs from mine And that my kisses can wash away Every real and imagined fear That stands between us. I trace our history with my tongue Till I […]