♥

100th ♥

You are everything beautiful,

And my best memory.

Ps. For the rest of our lives, let’s keep making the best moments together (whether it’s raining or not, with or without an umbrella). 66

Stick art by  Q. A. W.

because…

I love you.

But you’re not here now,

so I’m having your favorite instead.

Jollof rice.

Or at least what became of my attempt

to cook it. So I can experience

what my man’s favorite dish tastes like.

I cooked buffalo chicken wings

with it. I wish you were here

to have them with me.

On this day.

Our day.

53 kisses for me.

57 for you. Today.

♥

fifteen lines

You are my perfect conversation,
and the kind of cool that overwhelms.
I would bleed my toenails purple,
make countless typos or bald my hair empty
just to have your babies.

I wish you’d hear the builders, and  
the cats when they moan, and my heart.
You see, they remind me of you.
The early mornings and late nights of you.

Some days I hug my pillows,
trace the edges of their covers,
and smile imagining they were your skin.

Through a window in this part of the world,
if I only had fifteen lines, what can I say?

You are my fifteen lines.

Happy 15th ♥! 66

Papa

Your old hands told me

the busy years you spent

managing people and afternoons

to cut off the trees

that made one bastard filthy.

Your old hands told me

the quiet months you spent

in your rocking chair and pajamas

clueless of the seconds, hours,

days, months and years that passed.

Your old hands told me

the hurting days you spent

when your sons and daughters

grew up to be old-looking children,

lost , defeated, crying the years that wasn’t.

Your old hands told me

the elated hours you spent

cheering and playing with your gandchildren

as they battled personalities of giants

trapped in their small hands.

Tomorrow they will burry

the busy years, the quiet months,

the hurting days and the elated hours

that dawned those old hands.

I will not forget what they told me Pa.

Please be happy.

today ♥

Today my heart murmurs raindrops on dry earth.
Drop by drop they race to reach the parched.
Drop by drop they clasped,
Happy unheard puddles.

Today my heart dances arabesques on air.
Tiptoeing over confessions on outrage.
Tiptoeing over quiet longings,
Graceless square cries.

Today his heart kissed mine under his covers.
Wistful fingers writing away unsaid love.
Wistful fingers separated from his,
Raging emotions afire.

Today his heart embraced mine under the favor of stars.
Silent yearnings trapped in loud blithe.
Silent yearnings spoken aloud,
Fresh declared love.