Monday, June 8, 2015


Image from Black Love Collectibles
I pray that you never fall in love
that your stomach never turns to butter;
that longing never visits your door;
that you never feel taken apart.

I pray that your legs never fail under a kiss;
that your arms never feel useless
without your lover’s embrace;
that your cheeks never scar with tears;
that your hands never tremble;
that your heart never flutters.

As for me, it is too late.
I have fallen deeply –
will never be the same.