She was once creole spoken backgrounds
Stitched into the lining of my DNA
A radio active ingredient shot into my bloodstream
That in one moment of lip to lip
Softly pressed was magnetic
an unforceful event that occurred every night we looked into the portals of our eyelids flip inward
We spoke
Goodnight
Sweetdreams
Nestled in closer
The lining of her body
From lock to breast
From breast to knee
From knee to toe
All engraved into my spine
She dug into me
Close
Closer than two bodies conjoined
Our souls were entwined
Breathing
Contracted one another’s
Ashe
We moved
We moved like little tiny waves on the shores of the river
Oshun dancing inside our ribcage
Twirling to the conga in our hearts
Between the most brightest space
Right palm tapping on one lung
And other stroking the heart
I sang to her like no woman has sang before
Climbed inside her ear
Laid across her drum
And whispered
You are the one for me
Sambia
Kissed life into your pulse on the 6th day
My king
My shango
A replica of a king in the making
your father is colored into your lifeline
I’ve seen you before
Another lifetime ago
We met on the river bank
We fell in love that day
And maybe God took you away
So we could start over and meet again
So I
I have been waiting a lifetime or more
Always reincarnated into something more but never complete
You were not there.
I waited for you.
Hoping I would see your soul
In the palm on some strangers hand
In the womb of another woman
In the backstroke of a heartbeat
And that day
This day
Today
You murmured into my existence
I ran for you
I came to you
And I almost had you
At the tip of my fingers
There you stood
Running and dancing inside the lines of my fingerprints
You slipped away
So tiny and fragile
I lost you
So I sit cursed
Waiting another lifetime for you to return so I sit and listen
Seeing if I can find you
hiding behind some child’s laughter
Or pulsing into the vibration of a rock being kicked
Or therapeuticly grasped onto to some cutter’s blade
I wait
because she was the one.
