and there he was,
almost had my heart in his hand,
I had felt the caress of talons once before.
No, no not the grips of eagles
but the tools of men of pray. Those that
A smacking sound is the
alarm that burns against your cheeks
as your face rings with embarrassment
he so easily coaxes you into loving that which you know
if he would just sit still and be the man
his momma had wished for.
But instead he sucks,
so white and bright that you are distracted by the
smile but by then your mile deep into his game
and he’s likely suckled the nipple of your
ego so good that you believe
going to happen between you and him
that there will be a you, and a him,
but if you’re lucky you’ll start to realize that the
tip of your spirit has began to get sensitive
from his teethe
and his bite marks will show up
and shock you into recognizing
that this whole time he has been sucking your love
your life force
into his own
without regard for your need to live.
how will you live without your heart?
How can survive when your heart has been beat
to a bloodless, bruised pulp
soundin’ like some organ out of tune?
How can you dance your dance when
that organ beats in his hands?
He almost had my heart
but then he slipped
because my heart
is one dangerous
piece of the Goddess
and when he beats
she beats with purpose
and not even the slyest cats can
the rhythm that he spits
because the Truth burns like fire
naked..and I saw him
a scared boy who didn’t know love
couldn’t know me
so i hugged him
kissed his cheek
and got in my car
2journey back home
back to my beat.