Why my love?

My love be a front line

My love be a fighter

A shade that sisters and saves

My love survived the middle passage

Waded the waters

My love be grassroots

Organises movements, the birds the bees

My love be butterflies beaming

My love be indigenous, ocean wide, sky deep

My love listens to the land

All natural no preservatives

My love be homemade from the scratch

Scribbled handwritten notes, adoration

My love be scripture

Be ritual, baptism, revival

A cathedral built from bare hands

A taj mahal, all the temples

My love creates new ways to worship

Serenity, sorcery, hieroglyphs across your chest, tongue tied

My love be sacred geometry

Past life premonitions

Revelations and gratitude

Prayer hands

My love be call and response

Praise the eyelashes and the eyes

My love be a river like the Nile, ancient and long

My love be a crowd of shyness

Secret messages in the rosy red of deep dimples

My love be a reflection

A looking glass

Magic

A song we only dance to

My love, my love make no excuses

My love be compassionate

Forgives but not stupid

Be backbone, be ass whooping, accountable

My love

My love be love

Abundant

Limitless, endless, giving, make no mistakes ‘less they lessons

My love be book smart

Be Google

Be Google ready

Encyclopaedic, soul listening, kindred twin flame, seeking, questioning, answering, demanding, aggressive, hugging, consent, candle lighting, that tarot card, psychic healing, intuitive

My love be brave

My love be brave

Be heavyhearted, lightheaded, woozy, clumsy, knee wobbling, butterfly, belly dancing, floating and fluttering

My love be goofy

Be goofy, be silly, trusting, foreplay, aching, tempting, tasting to savour, weary, wounded, ridding ghosts

Some things cannot be saged, but must be faced

My love

My love be partnership

Be collective

Don't leave when things get tough

Be flawed, stretch marked, pudgy, bold

My love squeezes pimples, tweezes ingrowns

Memories

My love

My love be a lighthouse in the middle of storm

Be light

Why every time we tell man about himself, our love gotta come into question

Who said

Who said loving you would be a walk in the white section of the park

Who wrote the poems that made love in to a door mat, doorbell, pornographic, wet dream, male gaze, nonsense romance film

Who done turned love, into a battle of the sexes

Say I can't love my man and tell him where it hurts or how

Or when to stop or when to slow

Treat me with kindness

Who say, who say, who say I can’t teach you how to love me

How to tender tug and touch

How to witness and watch

Who say, who say love gotta humiliate me

Gotta turn me into a victim

Into a damsel in distress

If i could tell you ‘bout yourself to your face, i wouldn't have speak to strangers

Why my love, why my love always gotta be in question

Gotta go through tests, relay races, obstacle courses

Gotta hop on one leg, and bark like a dog

Why my love gotta do backflips

And learn rocket science and speak mansplain

Why my love

Why my love

Why my love gotta wait till you ready to love you

Why the world ain’t

Why the world ain’t got my back

And I always

I always seem to have

Yours