I could never marry a white man
I’m too smart
And too uppity.
My man though
He is as black
As the iced Americano I drink every morning
Hold the cream
Like the space in between
The stars that bloom in my mind
Whenever I enter him
Like the soft wetness inside of his mouth that I explore
With my breath
Like the dilated pupil of my eye
(Open with eagerness)
As I lower my face to that
Ambrosial joy between his thunderous thighs
He is tough
Like the wild buffalo
Surviving in spite of those who would commit genocide against the Sacred
Like the grass that grows between the cracks in the sidewalk
Thriving in spite of the crushing weight of manmade cruelty
And cruel fate.
He is gentle
Like the bracing waves of the warm Caribbean
The clear waters belying a depth unsurpassed.
Like full moonlight filtering through a curtain of clouds
Illuminating the path before me
The dance of shadow
Exposing magic that I hitherto had not known
I had possessed.
My man is
I know he would go to the ends of the earth
Walk along the bottom of the ocean
And take the next flight off this planet
To plant a single kiss upon my brow.
He would take out whole zipcodes
Call in all favors
And rewrite reality itself
To protect me from harm.
He loves me hard and true and pure
A love that blazes like diamonds
And burns like ice.
A love that can make you cry and laugh and cum
All at the same time.
A love that even the Gods are envious of.
A love that heals.
And I know he will love me until
The cows he don’t have
He will love me till the sky falls
The earth busts open
And white people stop complaining about reverse racism.
I know he will love me
As I love him.
They asked if he made me feel like I woman
I replied, No
He makes me feel human.