Black Poetry : I Got Male

Roxanne

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Black in my Mind
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I Got Male

The first letter I received
Written in invisible ink
Only the soul could read in between the lines
The mind tells you this is different
The heart discontent knows
This is not the same as sacredness
But the bliss of a first kiss
The stroke of a lovers hand
Across the small and wideness
Of intimate cavities
Brown sugar so sweet and sticky
Molding
Two to one
A delicacy we be
Now, has become delicate
Walking on egg shells
Beaten scrambled and never over easy
Scars not seen
Still leave a blackened eye
Cold and blue
Bruised by the deadening of what was love
Shaken and stirred
We drown in Martini and straight up shots of Tequila
Sitting side by side
We dance with each other by text messages and cell phone conversations
Other partners have cut in
I have looked into the mirror and can no longer see myself
I am absorbed in the pretty things surrounding me
Hiding the ugliness
He said
If you were just like the woman I fell in love with
But we both know you only fell in love with the way I loved you
When I first looked at you
I knew God had pulled me from your rib
I was shod in the peace that surpasses all understanding
As Christ, I would lay down my life
And truly I have this cross to bear
You were my man not my God
But somewhere in you I saw my father
More so the earthly one instead of the Heavenly...
I should have prayed harder
I should of stayed more on my knees
Instead of prostate on my back
In fact, some say the sweetest meat
Is ravaged rare and bloody
While I have always prefer well done
Rare semi preciousness is sometimes better left undiscovered
If I could be your best friend again
I dare not detour to become lovers
He said
I remind him of his mother
But my womb is not big enough to carry him
Pregnant only with thoughts of what we will grow up to become
We are fraternal twins birthed out of the same love
Looking not sacred, but different

The last letter I received
I didn't bother to read
Our love has become filled with interjections, exclamation points, and colloquial
Of the inhumane kind
Antiquated
There is no longer a definition for us
We both speak different languages
That neither one of us understand...
 

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