happy mother's day.

i love you mom.

fuh real.

she’s beautiful. 82 degrees outside, watching the sunset behind the mountain top, counting the colors of the sky kind of beautiful. perfect flower amidst the weeds. standing tall, determined to succeed. delicious aroma, my senses she does feed kind of beautiful. giving me chills. like the longest note of my favorite song. lingering long. i want her to replay in my head. i never skip over her, i put her on repeat instead until my hunger to sing her is fed. she’s beautiful. a beautiful mind, she reaches my mental. talks to me about what plagues our people. and we discuss the social movement. looking at the problems, hoping for improvement. she stimulates my thoughts and makes my eyes less blind to reality. she’s beautiful. masterpiece type beautiful. she belongs in a museum. paint hits the canvas creating an intricate work of art planned from the deepest part of the artists heart. each stroke of the brush adding to its beauty and she becomes increasingly valuable with time. she’s beautiful. too beautiful for this rhyme. she’s beautiful.

twinkle twinkle.

every night i look into the sky and wish for a soul mate. / i wish on the stars that my tears she would erase. / i wish to be the reason for the smile on her face. / i don't wish for perfection; i wish for a connection. / someone to understand every inflection in my voice. / i wish for her to provide me some direction. / i don't wish to be swept off my feet. / the tangible forms of expression don't appeal to me. / instead i wish to find someone with whom my soul agrees. / i wish to be the only one her eyes see. / due to my past, my heart still needs mending, so i wish for a comfortable now and not a happy ending. / i'd be pretending if i said i never dreamt of living a fairy tale, but i've learned that reality always will prevail. / i don't wish for perfection in every detail. / instead i wish for her to be the air that i inhale. / through with the past, i wish for something new. / my angels must have known that my happiness was long overdue / because after i did all of the wishing that i could do / they sent me you.

true story.

the frightening truth about desire

it's on but
i don't know
whether i want
to be
her, fuck her
or borrow
her clothes.

- daphne gottlieb.

please.

i'm coming home to you.
wear something see-through.
so i. can see. your heart.
- raphael saadiq.

comfort.

we're on the same wave length. he and i. amused by massive amounts of nothingness, but understanding it on a level that only we can. in the midst of laughter and clouds of smoke, he said "i don't even know what we're laughing at. it's just..everything." i agreed. the culmination of our lifted mind-frames and the comfort of being in each other's company made that moment so perfect.