“I like you, liking me like you”

if good pussy were good penmanship
i’d pray over the mailbox
that inside would be a handwritten post card from you
if neck kisses were breakfast pancakes and syrup
you would have to get a gym membership
to keep from getting obese & reduce the risk of diabetes
if love is truly the answer
we should go on Jeopardy
get filthy rich and move away together.
because I love you
like fat asses love couches
we belong together
like Spongebob and Patrick
like hot sauce and fried chicken
like Trump supporters and swastikas
you are everything to me
trembling fingers and pulsating
wide open
Netflix and chill spaces
you make it hard
to say what I mean when I mean what I say
because sometimes I say things that I don’t mean
but I mean to tell you everything
you want to know if you know what I mean
take it easy or get it rough
bent and hair pulling
whichever you prefer
whenever you need it
I need you like
octagons need acute angles
you look cute in that dress
with no make up
we should make love
to slow jams between bed sheets
like sheet music you set my key
unlock the door to your heart strings
and I will play with your g chord
make you music
to dance to then lay there beside you
till we both fall asleep…

what is she?

She is a braille bible
what God feels like
her presence is regal
like saluted salutations
she is transformative
making me into a better me
she is closed lips, behind closed doors
secrets kept between her legs for warmth
she the kissing game, truth or dare and spin the bottle
she is fixed stars in the night sky
she will be there when you need her to be
to guide you
she promise rings, letter jackets and shared lockers
her style
compliments my style
the correct cord progression
over the right drum beat
she is what love looks like
what unconditional feels like
what passion sounds like
what faith will bring you
if you wait on it to bring you
everything you prayed for..