To my forever love
A passionate poem to a very patiently impatient lover
I’m in love with you
you don’t believe me
you think I’m bating you
you think I’m using you
you think I’m ungrateful
and all of those may be true sometimes
If you want the truth, I’ll tell you.
I’ll lay everything out for you
If you promise me
You will see me as I see you
Irreplaceable
My love is fickled
and sometimes I bite
which is something you seem to like
I don’t mean to be unkind
I love you like a wine-o loves wine
This is lame and i’m to blame because I’m not paying attention
because I don’t care
Because this is not that serious anyway
I mean
this don’t even have to rhyme — like really
It’s All about you, my love
The way you hold me
The way you grab me
The way you squeeze me
With those big, firm man hands
You melt me
I had to change my sheets!
Why you act like I don’t Love you?
Why you be ackin funny?
The way we fall into one another’s eyes
I get lost in your bronze windows
And the ecstasy of you touches kisses hugs
kisssssssssses
On both o’ my lips
Then I want you to walk behind me and
I remind you how gorgeous you
And you brush it off
You and pulcritudes
Your visage
You and those cinnamon brown eyes
Moist since the first day I met you
When you looked at me like there was spinach in my teeth
Those beers
My friend
That night all night in the rain laughin’ about everything and nothin’
You are my person
And that’s Hard
‘Cuz i know I’m a handful
But you get on my nerves sometimes too
I just take the hood with the bad
And give you grace
And honor you
Although you believe me
Ungrateful
I am grateful for you
You’ve been There for me since I’ve Known you
So
Next time i call you gorgeous
Receive that shit
Next time I love on you
Relax and let me love you
You deserve it.
First I must give credit to The Erykah Badu for one of my favorite songs: “Kiss Me on My Neck” featured in this poem. Lovers, listen to your lovers. Even if they’re lying, benefit from what you hear without taking a fading of love personally — life is a series of lessons if we are willing to learn them.
If you enjoy my work, please comment, ask questions, follow and/recommend me. Help a sista out – I fell asleep in the library again reading Joe Turner’s Come and Gone by August Wilson.
