It was an hour ago I awoke. In my sleep I fear things. He's warm but not warm enough. So I lay closer to him . I rest my head on his chest and stare. He's asleep but I can feel his disapproval. " That's weird , Ebonni." In my head I apologize and look down shame. I can feel his lungs working on my hands. Up and down. Wind is blowing. The sun isn't bright today. The summer heat still fills the room. He's strong. I rub his stomach. He has muscles on his tummy. I play the keys. This is bliss. The hairs tickle my ear. My heart strings. I smile and move closer. I squeeze tightly for a second. Ah. What a dream while I'm awake. What a nightmare yesterday was. I get so afraid sometimes. I sing " Melt With You ". The world has stopped . I sink in the depth. Nothing matters. He moves. I'm offended by the gesture a bit. I position myself to fit his. I'm safe again. I play with curls in his hair. My hair is in there! Get out, you don't belong. I see a gray I think. It could be my imagination. My excitement to be held by a boy, age 23. I don't kiss you while you're asleep , love. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Enjoy the passion when you're awake. I can't help myself. I gaze again. He's beautiful. Lips, full as the moon. I fall harder. I want the cheeks. "You're the most beautiful man to ever lay next to me", I think. I believe the Egyptians would be proud. Nose of Thutmose. Defined features of a mahogany man. You smell bad. I'm sure it's because it's the morning. I don't mind. I breathed in . I laugh at myself. I lay my legs on you. You said something about my thighs. I said I hated them and you didn't. For a moment you rise and pull me close. I can find no wrong with you at rest. I believe you are at your best. Dream good things , sweet. I'll wait until you're done. I like someone.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
It was just a high school
It was just a high school.
Some friends and I were going to see a play at a high school. I don’t know what it is with me, I don’t like high schools. Maybe I knew it was going to be a big event. Lots of people to see their kids sing. Lots of kids singing. I hesitated at first, but I left because I did not want to annoy them. They know, I just think they don’t know the intensity of it. My heart was racing and I was scared, you can’t explain it sometimes. Why does your stomach turn? Why does your throat feel tense? Why are you scared to walk into a high school? We got out of the car and I could feel my face holding back tears just looking at the building. As soon as she opened the door and I walked further, I knew it. I left to the stair case by the door and was sobbing. My friends found me and made me laugh. I appreciated them that night. They even apologized. In the end the night was good. I was happy and calm. We even had pizza.