Was you a Black Queen in a past life?
Did God grant you a pass like,
From ancestor to grand daughter,
“I got you right the first time,
no added mix to the formula…”
And she said,
“I beat these bruises out my face,
and rub a smile across my lips,
but you can still see the thorns draped around my neck.
So if you think you can just buy my affection,
or spend my time…”
We painted all night in my studio,
She had a candid conversation with my canvas,
As I brushed her skin in candied couture,
Each breath like laughter,
Until honey dripped between her thighs,
The way the flames of another person,
Swallow you whole before you can wade their shallow waters,
I feel comfortable the way we bury our problems in one another.