Everyday I am deeper
in love with you –heart stops–
another piece of her dies. For your life is now so entangled in my locs, and I don’t want them undone.
Reborn, anew with each kiss of my Ǝye. I grow as you stroke
my Goddess… strum my inner strings.
Your fingers tap.
Your lips caress.
Your eyes touch. My soul
moans for you while I slumber, body aches
when you are away, and my mind doesn’t rest if your locs aren’t safe on my breast by sundown.
© E. English Poetry 2015
