I wish everyone the best on their own creative journeys, and, here you go from my poetry book to you:
Her Love Mix-tape
Our love was old school.
Founded in 90’s R&B
songs I can’t remember the words to.
Maybe that’s why I forgot how to hold you?
Or how to kiss you so sweetly
that it tasted like
Moscato poured from my lips.
I should have recalled
those treasured songs
found long ago.
Gems that kept me in touch
with my neo-soul.
Same tunes that taught me
how to make love to you
by the moon’s light.
Instead, I failed you
and in turn, failed myself.
And when the music ended
there was nothing left
because I didn’t swim deep enough
to anchor our love
against the quiet storm
that brewed violently inside you.
Thrashing against your mind,
like your fists against my chest
as you hoped to beat the love into me,
but you couldn’t.
And I can’t remember our song.
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