She Had Her Own Atmosphere

She Had Her Own Atmosphere

There are stars unseen and planets unclaimed.
Yet it is still your heart that I desire most.

Your body began where my thoughts ended.

A macrocosm that manifested itself from the warmth of your ocean that called to me through seashells that hung from your locs like a chandelier.

My heart resting there on the mantlepiece above the fireplace next to your law degree and a box full of fortune cookie quotes.

I want to make love to a good cup of coffee
While you tell me what it is that moves you.

Your aura causing the black matter to push me in directions that benefit me.

Your glow layering the solar system in chocolate & honey with every breath you take.

I suckle at the vanilla that are your words as they leave your lips for nutrients.

Never needing to come up for air as all faith that I had given up was placed in you once I saw your thoughts next to candlelight.

Admiring the way your skin reflects light as if your own purity outmatches that of the sun.

You are a catalog of beauty and a paragon of what it means to be a woman who is unmoved by opinion, observation, and those that would mold you into what they think you should be.

How amazing it was, to meet someone such as you.

Lemonade & Success

Lemonade & Success

She walks through the door with open pores.
Fresh out the shower.
Told me to give her an hour while she gets dressed.
I am stressed, no less, and I protest.
But I don’t mind.
She’s the reason why I haven’t chased my dreams even though I dream of her.
She’s the reason why my words slur.
You never hear guys talk about their toes curling, but I’ll be the first to admit that she made me do that shit the first time she drunk white wine from my wine glass.


She comes out dressed in red.
Navigates to the bed and sits down and she commences to start a conversation about what we’re doing tonight.
After a slow pause reply with ‘whatever you want. but I can offer suggestions if you’re mind isn’t made up.’
A soft touch felt on my heart as her eyes looks my way.
A grin from both of us as we decide to stay at home for the night.
So we can sit on the porch under moonlight and discuss what our dreams taste like.
Lemonade and Success

Her: Fade

Her: Fade

Every time you spoke my heart grew softer.
I sat in close proximity to you.
Pretending like the wounds you caused had healed.
Like I didn’t lay awake at night picking at the scabs left by your venom.
The night went on and I smiled through the plexiglass.
Glancing over towards you hoping that we would make eye contact and that you would mouth the words telling me you were sorry.
Instead I jumped through flaming hoops with absolute precision.
Laughed and conversed more than I usually do so you wouldn’t see how much your presence affected me.


For a moment I suggested to myself that I would ask if we could talk outside.
The embarrassment I already felt from how distant we were crippled any intiative that I had.
So I sat there; eating, talking, and laughing like my world hadn’t turned grey when I heard your name uttered when you arrived.
I should have left when you got there.
Made an excuse to leave.
But I stayed, wanting to speak with you again like we use to.
Felt an ache that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Lightning stretched itself across the left side of my ribcage when you left.
And then all the pressure I felt faded away.
Just as you did.

Exodus of Mind

Exodus of Mind

There was a time when we as a people looked to those that were around us,
Instead of what we theorize may be above us.
This isn’t slander nor a way to push my agenda,
I only mention this as it as plagued my mind for some time ever since I started putting pen to parchment.


I am not here to prove or disprove divine intervention.
Or to explain the intermission between the onslaught of your bad days.
The words that I exhale are meant to be thought-provoking in the best way possible.
I am not knowledgeable on what it is that makes you wake up in the morning and press through to the end of the day.
Your sense of accomplishment may come from the acknowledgement of a greater power that moves you.
I am not here to derail your winning streak.
I do think it’s ironic that a slight exodus of people to escape the oppression of the clergy, used that same thing to oppress our ancestors.
Though it does bother me that our adoption of something that our former masters cling to has become what rest on our nightstand.
We read through the text and dissect the parts that align with our convenience and call it spiritual law.


Looking for ways to explain why we were ever slaves and how we ‘the chosen people’ could fall to that level.
The hurricanes aren’t following the slave ships from Africa, it’s just the way our planet works.
It’s hard to separate romanticism and realism in cases where things are not easily explainable.
You’ll have to excuse me at my inability to suspend all disbelief.
Is it the fear of death that causes us to drop our shield and submit to what is placed in front of us.
A precaution so that the gospel of damnation doesn’t get the chance to knock on our blood soaked doors made of wood.
I could put the Constitution and the Bible in the same glass case in a museum and call them artifacts from a different time.
Our version of Mythology, but everyone isn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet.
Maybe it’s all meant to be taken lightly and I analyze things too much.
I just think we could be greater if we only looked within ourselves for answers.

In Love With Memories

In Love With Memories

This is a place of darkness, please keep me well.
This is a place of darkness, please keep me well as I dive into the fish bowl of life.
Hoping that it can satiate my appetite.
Hoping that I can satiate her appetite.
So that when I wake in the middle of the night, she’s there to my right.
It’s been a long time since I been in love.
Someone please remind me what that feels like.


Has life ever been so bright you’re not sure if you’re doing wrong or right.
You just assume because you feel warm.
Instead of feeling torn between two ideas you just have one.
And she has the same as you, togetherness is all that you two care for.
It’s all that you two want to do.
A monsoon of emotion that’s contained in a glass bubble.
At the slightest hint of trouble there’s just a shake, but the glass doesn’t break.
That’s called security.
Blurring the line between what matters and what’s the matter.
Hearts melting away like peppermints after dinner, but before the kiss.
The taste of mint reminds me of the feeling of being missed.
I’m in love with the memories of when I was in love.
And for now that will do.
Until I meet someone that doesn’t remind me of you.

Mint Julep

Mint Julep

I wonder if I’ll find love here.
The women are either already involved.
Think religion is their only salvation.
Or they’re just not into me. And they think me weird.

Should I suffocate my desire for love until the flame of my passion expires?
Or admire every woman that catches my eye from a far.
Let me examine myself through the Hubble telescope because a mirror doesn’t show enough detail.
I don’t think self examination will show exactly what other’s see when they see me.
The swelling grey nimbus causes me to be oblivious to the short comings that are obvious through the binoculars of those that I’m attracted to.
Often times I cater to the empty husk of someone who already gave their love away to someone undeserving.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the property on the monopoly board that no one wants to buy.
However.
There will come a time when someone will step into my life and realize that I am Park Place, Boardwalk, and all four of the railroads in one.
My experiences have taught me patience.
There is no perfect life partner, but I do believe harmony can be obtained through effort.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s my belief in what it means to be a black male.
I can defend you; With the resilience of armor forged in Mount Doom of Mordor.
I also have no shame in shedding the layers of my soul to you when it feels like the Earth’s gravity has been multiplied by 100.
There will be times when I need you to be my Senzu Bean.
And if there ever came a time when we both were in bad shape, believe that I would break my last one in half for you.
I spoke with an older couple one night and they looked as if they were still in the honeymoon phase.
They both offered the same advice when I commented on how refreshing it was to see them enjoying each other’s company over drinks.
They both gave the same advice as I was sipping my mint julep through the cold ice cubes.
‘never settle.’