Me in the cleft of his neck, kissing his goatee.
Nuzzling like I will sleep, but not daring to for want of him.
Supermalt, smirnoff, rose.
A film - hopefully completed. (Who knows what the drink might do?)
Tears. (He goes away this week)
A flailing of hands.
All over bodies.
More tears. (My heart will go with him)
Me being carried to my room.
A joint prayer.
A kiss on the forehead.
‘I love you’ whispered.
And if I am able, I will show you the pictures.
Baby, if you don’t make sense of your world(of me),
I am all the women you see here, in part and whole.
That should frighten you, and make you spill yourself
all over everywhere, all at once.
Everything I know that’s inside of me. Beauty, truth, difference. And yes dear, you’ve noticed such because being Jamaican and Ghanaian - i can only utter the best of both worlds lol