Night fell, silent
She stared out of the window to darkness
He placed his hands on the roundness of her shoulders, curling his fingers to the curve
Inhaling, she rose at the slight embrace
No words spoken
So much said
In that moment

He turned her, in a contradiction of firmness and uncertainty
As she turned to face him
Moonlight reflecting from his eyes, back to hers
She would not break his gaze
Under his shirt, she traced his skin from chest to hips
Ensuring every part of her palm was pressed with flesh
In sync, feeling every breath

I guess I’d say I’m lucky, it all comes down to luck,
Historically, I’m born to a time of not giving a ****

Geographically I’m free, in a nation filled with greed
But in the greater scheme of things,
I’ve never known hunger or planted a seed

Racially I’m privileged, or so that’s what they say,
Though my gripe with my lack of exotic is a vain and ignorant betray
I’ve never endured or felt insecure by the lack of melanin that came my way

Despite the socialistic statistics, I see realistic logistic
Surviving ballistics, Linguistically twisted,
Academically average, emotionally insecure, certainly unsure
What emotions are for

Yes my parents loved me and sure they also ******* up
However, I still had to make my choices
Of getting high in a garage block, or getting up

Like a child, he made himself small
Crouched against the wall
He held on to the soles of his feet, placing his head on his knee
The relentless torment of vulnerability soaked his bare skin
Destruction tore him down from the outside in
As pain receptors cut and the light dimmed
Shattering porcelain hope in to jagged pieces
Too gentle for this time
Emotions had to die and tears dried
The drought left cracks in his mind
But the universe had other plans
For the harshest conditions and remotest terrain
From just a droplet of rain
Pretty flowers grow

Night had fallen for hours, the moon fell from the sky
She closed her eyes from darkness, and pictured you in her mind
Touching the softness of her torso, she watched you stroke her silhouette
She felt your hands like freedom, as skin on skin connect
Familiar textures at cosmic heights, light luminous spheres, held together by their own gravity
On this night of promised melodies, scattering music notes like stars,
that twinkle in time to beating hearts,
She let galaxies fill her mind, as comets spark and lips embark
She opened her eyes and caught your falling heart

I pass time
As you pass your essential smile generously to me
Bringing me closer to wanting
I’m awakened by your acorn eyes
Sweet Butterscotch skin of butter and brown sugar
Compels me to acknowledge
The cravings of my tongue