MJG

A poem written for a friend.

Display your kisses in a trophy cabinet
Behind closed doors
(Though I know you have, I’ve never seen you really kiss a boy).
Your tongue lies dominant in your mouth
And it’s un treacherous, loving and warm.
I imagine that it flickers like a butterfly over
Your badly chosen lovers

Love is the names that we tattoo under one and others skin.

Baby, how you dance, how you strut over the dance floor
Unaware, yet secretly knowing
That all eyes are on your chocolate skin.
Potential lovers come close to you,
Dying to see the coco that lies under your wrappers;
Sweet, smooth and subtle.
Those eyes of yours, shine so white,
Against the black of your pupils
When you flutter your empowering wings at me

Love is expressing our needs without words.

Driven
Passionate
Determined
Endearing
Naive.
I’ve never met one quite as breathtaking as you.
I’ve never been so afraid
Of a pair of shapely lips and white polished teeth
That could tear away my flesh;
And leave me stumbling, bleeding
And crawling towards you.

My chocolate monkey;
You’re my definition of
Truly requited dependence.