Jennifer Lopez

Word becomes flesh when I think of you – dreaming every night
You dragged along a bright white, unresponsive hand
To carry the plight of the world’s youngest king
We would force ourselves onto locations that we knew would have no meaning
Locking arms to stimulate that textbook feeling –
I could even strangle my thoughts of you taking the candy
From a heterosexual baby.

You have no power over me…
And I hate you for waking every morning – cold
Expensive shoes waiting to be filled with your decadent paws –
Those filthy paws I started to grab when my kiss seemed like a joke
I never wanted to walk towards you; I’m not a pretty horizon
While we were sedative at moonrise
The clock always beat the shit out of us at the clarion hum
Of a new black day and my mother awake.

Goodnight, baby.