Love your self. Black, white, alone, in a relationship, sorta short, freckly or what have you.
February 14th is a Tuesday.
It's just a day. Special to some, Tuesday to most. Calm down!
Can I Have an Aaliyah Moment?
Can I come over? Come over... to see you tonight? Nights like these make me wish I had a single bed. That other side ain't nothin but mockery. To press my forehead up to yours. Sappy eskimo kisses. Inhale kisses on your collarbone and exhale a warm embrace with hands wandering my thighs. And we'll... Continue Reading →
Poem for a Poet
I used to think you were so expressive, so abstract, so prosaic. I could hardly meet your gaze on those few opportunities when we did speak. All those things made me admire you. Now I hold my own and realize that you're all those things but you're also a flawed, beautiful, work in progress like... Continue Reading →