Me and bae in a dimly lit lounge.
Sippin drinks with clever names & shit hard to pronounce
We stare into the eyes of each other’s abyss-
& welcome it
With open arms
I worship her body as a living, breathing psalm…
I booked us an exquisite suite
in the boutique-
hotel not too far from here
In our gay village, surrounded by community
It’s a full moon eclipse
Embrace our lunacy…
Too goddamn powerful to ever be tamed
Music is playing
“Diamond” by All Them Witches
You, look absolutely delicious.
to be devoured
I, ready to oblige
damn, your eyes..
In this dimly lit room
She has that look
that lets me know, it’s time to go..it’s time to consume
Just wondering 💭
I truly appreciate a soft and thoughtful woman
Don’t get it twisted, she is a powerhouse & ain’t nobody fuckin with her.
She chooses gentleness with me. & reminds me that no armor is ever necessary in her presence.
Coming from strong and unforgiving worlds, we never forget our ability to maintain peace, whilst being fluent in the art of war.
Because the world
Calls for Black girls
To always be on guard..
One of the things that I’ve realized about myself as I matured is that I like sentimental and cute shit. Take for instance a love letter.
Written by your most favourite person, in their own handwriting and with trace amounts of her signature & most intoxicating fragrance. Yeah. That.
& once I heard this song “Strawberry Letter #23” I of course had to look up the lyrics and the song meaning-as told by its writer. I found this bit of info after a quick search:
The song was written by Shuggie Otis for his second album, Freedom Flight in 1971- as a way to describe his romantic feelings for his girlfriend. Though the lyrics commonly refer to “Strawberry Letter 22,” Otis explains that, “the song is about a love letter. The guy and the girl had written each other 22 love letters. And the 23rd one he writes is a song.
Call me whatever tf you want (either way idc) but that’s the type of shit I like. Sweet, sentimental. Romance. Intention. Attention to detail…& vulnerability. Expressing your deepest feelings & sentiments- & being so vibrationally free, so wholeheartedly and whole spirited-ly in the midst of such beautiful love…that your words sound like you were on some type of psychedelic trip. I mean, check out these lyrics:
Hello, my love, I heard a kiss from you
Red magic satin playing near, too
All through the morning rain I gaze, the sun doesn’t shine
Rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind
In the garden, I see
West purple shower, bells and tea
Orange birds and river cousins dressed in green
Pretty music I hear, so happy and loud
Blue flower echo from a cherry cloud…
If you arrive and don't see me
I'm going to be with my baby
I am free, flying in her arms
Over the sea
Stained window, yellow candy screen
See speakers of kite
With velvet roses diggin'
A present from you
Strawberry letter 22
The music plays
I sit in for a few
Yeah. That’s the kind of love I’m talking about. Remembering that a huge part of your experience…is to experience, love. In all of its glory.
So back to the love letter 💌 and things of that nature. I also very much so love sweet little notes from my person. From those little sticky notes left on mirrors & placed strategically in places you will definitely see them (like in your car on the steering wheel), to voice notes. I love them all. I honestly love expressiveness and vulnerability in my romantic connection.
Like…if I’m making you feel some type of way, I would love to know. I may be great at a lot of things, but being a hard core psychic or mind reader ain’t one of em, lol. So. I’m very appreciative of the woman that takes the time and has the intention of letting me know exactly how she feels about me/us/our connection and relationship.
As Alina Baraz & Galimatias say: “show me and I’m all yours.”
& just for you, the song in subject:
How do you say:
I wanna dive deep wit you
Share energy, space, knowledge, wisdom & sheets, wit you
Silk, to Egyptian cotton
The art of courting seems to be lost on many, & to some-forgotten
& I wanna remind you & awaken the beast in you
Be peace with you
As we lay in the mutual space of love that time can’t erase
With me your heart is safe
My abundance of love is for you
How do you…
say this and so much more?
Only you I am here to worship and adore
I wrote this piece with someone in mind. As sort of a love poem, love affirmation and manifestation. But somewhere, somehow shit got lost in translation…lost in space. But found on time. I am grateful for all of my love& life teachers, regardless of length of stay. I love being inspired and moved to write words dedicated to love. That’s the root. Everything else stems from that. So. I give thanks for presence and the essence of divinity. The reminder that love is beautiful and free. & the hope of a thing also makes life more beautiful.
I’m writing you poetry
And consistently show you
The love that you deserve
Unfold you like the most delicate petals of a rose
I will leave you whole and not pluck you
But know every day I always wanna fuck you-
& love you. & I will always pick you
While leaving your roots room to grow, too
You are my Queen bee and my flower
Love you enough to relinquish power
Behold, the ferocious Goddess
& that’s being modest
Cuz there aren’t enough words to describe your beauty
You and I are truly aligned
The Universe and my Ancestors are so benevolent and kind
They way they placed us together
You’re my most valued treasure
Loving you is so easy. Loving you takes no effort.
I give thanks for mutual effort
Mutual love and healthy obsession
Learning in real time that I’ve mastered the lessons
Every day I am in awe of your special
Gas you and fill you up until you’re an overflowing vessel
Of love that radiates
Nothing and no one predates
Our chemistry and energy
The way we love each other, intentionally
the generosity and blessings within our connection
You found me and gave to me-thee
Your care, your affection and your time
Thank you for appreciating me
Thank you for adoring me
Thank you for reciprocity
and for loving and receiving me
Thank you for being solid
And easy like Sunday morning
A Sunday kind of love is what you give every day and it’s what I’ve always wanted
Thank you for that beautiful smile
Thank you for taking the time to get to know me on deeper levels
Your love helped me discard that hard fixed sign shell
& invited me to openness
I will always love you on purpose
Each and every day
& in every way
You bring me such joy and cognizance
Learned to lead with my heart over the simply logical sense
I love our attraction, I love our passion-it’s so intense
In the best ways
I’m excited to spend time with you knowing that these aren’t even my best days
For someone like you and here you are
Love- a beautiful reminder that love knows no distance and is never far
I know that heaven is a place on Earth and it’s with you
Every day is beautiful and better than the next
I love our openness
We are on the road to free
Just had to make some stops along the way
I love when you message me, I love hearing your voice-it makes my night and day
So much better
I love reading your love letters
I love receiving your love…and sharing mine with you
I created this video that I posted to my IG stories. I don’t see why my wordpress fam should be denied, lol.
& I would like to add that I appreciate & highly value: honesty, integrity…vulnerability (as long as she feels safe to be) and authenticity. A Goddess who isn’t afraid of growth. Someone who is loving, a kind human and affectionate..I like that shit
A Goddess of Sensuality with healthy boundaries. Worldly, i.e. loves to travel and experience new places, while appreciating the beauty in other cultures and ways of living.
She exudes femininity & has a sense humor/can be goofy and loves to laugh & be happy*
*I fuck with all the vibes, but just not the fake ones*
So I’ll never be one of those “positive vibes only” people. That’s like being a robot with no feelings & is just plain harmful & toxic. IMO. so yeah no. We all experience a range of emotions and being able to process & deal with them in a healthy way is the goal. Be angry, be pissed off, be moody if need be, just as long as we not suppressing our feelings, we good. Healthy communication is key. Healthy outlets and knowing oneself; for example my 12H Sun calls for isolation in order for me to process. & I’ve found that taking the necessary steps & space to do so works best. For me. So I want her to feel comfortable with feeling the big and sometimes not so pleasant feelings and do what’s best in her own ways of processing & healing. As long as we’re not sweeping 🧹 shit under the rug and lovingly & intentionally dealing with the opportunities (notice I didn’t say “problems” -because words are powerful) for growth and greater understanding of ourselves and one another.
Soooo, yeah healthy communication is paramount. As is emotional intelligence. & Being cognizant of each other’s love languages. Respect. Even in difficult times.
Loyalty and commitment to one other is also high on my list of things that I value…as an Aqua Sun, Capricorn Venus also respecting each other’s autonomy and monogamy. Stable foundations and co-creation, not co-dependency.
If there’s anything else I think of that aligns I will add to this further. But yeah…
Energy never lies. Humans do, Lol. Energy, does not. But I’m not even speaking on someone just flat out lying. I’m speaking on…how do I best translate my exact sentiments into words….ok, I’ll start here:
Being divine, but still very human…in times of uncertainty, perhaps even fear; fear of the unknown, fear of change, fear of something or someone that comes into our lives unexpectedly & flips our shit inside and out (in a good way)…&/or being out of your comfort zone (as a fixed sign-that will forever be one of our challenges) but also one of our greatest opportunities to expand and grow. Ok what the shit am I rambling about today, you ask? lol, I’m getting to it.
I was scrolling through my gallery & saw a screenshot of a previous post featuring the words of Harvey Milk. Which I’m about to share below & hopefully you have a better understanding of wtf I’m talking about:
Don’t let people happen to you…don’t let me happen to you…Harvey Milk
The more I read his words, the more I realize that he was so in tune. With self. With being present. With acknowledging and accepting just how beautiful and intentional love- & people who show up and remind you of love, humans who appear and bring us back on course, is. Well, not to say that we are necessarily off course. Because I’m a huge advocate for finding and becoming the happiness, love, etc. first and foremost, as opposed to seeking it solely and wholly outside of yourself.
Nah, what I mean is the course of divine love that shows up in the form of other humans. Even in the most seemingly inoppurtune times or not perfect or ideal situations.
Being fearless & open to the possibility of a thing. Saying yes, this is what I aligned with, this thing is worthy of my yes, to begin with.
Raw. & unguarded.
No filter. No armor. Just feelings. Feelings that you trust because you know yourself. You’ve healed yourself from heartaches & heartbreak that you once thought there was no coming back from. You’ve loved yourself into discernment & intuition that is aligned with the divine plans of your beloved Ancestors and spirit guides. So…you know. You know what’s real because you feel it. & trusting your journey and your path as it unfolds…know that everyone is on purpose.
Calm. Breathing Lessons by Theresa Davis. That’s the shit I need to remember seeing performed and how my heart sank and tears escaped my eyes back then…back when…I was afraid to love openly and honestly.
I’m present now. & Like Miss Simone sang:
It’s a new dawn. It’s a new day. It’s a new lifeFeeling Good
& I choose to be seen and expose: the work that had to be done, layers that had to be removed and all the ways I had to come apart and unfold…to now wear my heart on my sleeve.
So. I read and receive these words by Milk. Reminding of being in the flow…plus the urgency of expressing and sharing love, intentionally-if I’m not to happen to you, or you me.
Sans fear. Sans ego. Sans…anything that you use to deny yourself of the beautiful connections & embrace of genuine and divine love.
I really and truly love when I witness a work and body of art that moves me completely. I’m on the last episode of this limited series called “Scenes From A Marriage” and I’m…Disheveled to my core. & reborn.
Because I see bits and pieces in my own villain/lover original sin-love story; the similarities and reminders of one of my deepest loves. & conversations that were happening that I couldn’t fathom their meaning because I was too stuck on the in between of a deferred dream and my ideals…based on what I thought was supposed to happen.
My idealistic take on love and what being in a relationship was. Fuck me…these scenes remind me of that lucid dream. & the reality of my ex’s humanity in seeing that our dreams were parallel until they weren’t. Her raw honesty. & how sometimes you can’t see the forest for the trees, based on your own hurt, or your own worth-or, perhaps lack there of.
Either way, this show really reached into the depths of me. Reminded me of reality. & how beautiful it is to be loved and be human. All of the messy and complicated parts included. So. In conclusion, I wrote some words about it:
Is there some ONE for every ONE?
Or are we simply to experience
Different lovers, different ideas & learn what the meaning is
Contained within each vessel is a lesson
& sometimes a curse
We hurt, we scream, we cry, we mourn until...we remember our worth
& what works
& truly what doesn’t
On slippery slopes we slide
Until we collide
Until we collapse
Learn the meaning
Of what isn’t
Until one day we decide to put away
The label makers
& realize the humanness of loving each other boldly & making mistakes along the way
Whose to say
That I can’t belong to me only
& give to you still
A cup that’s filled
Drinking from crystal glasses
20/20 with rose tinted spectacles
We give everyone permanency & make them a collectible
We hoard them, put them on a shelf right next to their pedestal
To be polished so we can never see them with their subtle scars & prominent scratches
We speak about the happiness
Of having them
But never fully experience them beyond the shell of our perceptions and expectations
Erase the individual wants and needs
have done ourselves a disservice
Make it our purpose to worship
Holy, but not common ground
Just to feel safe & sound
I want you around
But only after you’ve found
Love your missteps
Love is politically incorrect
An emotional treasure within a shipwreck
emotional rebirth & death
On our tippy toes the closer we reach for depth
And learn to swim in the abyss
That elicits a sharp breath
Uncontrollable we try to make it a point to hold onto that which we don’t know
Write a script for love instead of
Letting it all naturally come together and unfold
Without permission we assign roles
The rules were skewed
a long time ago...
That’s why you must decide your own
Find your home
Rest your bones
There a place for your comb
and your calm.
I offer you
Pearls of rain
Coming from the lands
Where it never rains
I will cross the world
Till after my death
To cover your bosom
With gold and light
I will make a kingdom
where love will be king
Where love will be the law
Where you will be queenNe Me Quitte Pas
When the words are so sweet. So intentional and so unique…you just gotta share them. For some who may not hear them or have heard. A love bizarre…a love absurd.
A love of the ages and one that will rival the epic stories of the gods and goddesses. That is what I live for. Ache & breathe for. I could never settle for lukewarm…I want more. & some more…ode to Miss Simone. I vow to never place my love on a pedestal, nonetheless…worship her on her throne.
A Queen. My Selene; my Moon and Stars…forever.
“No. What are we doin, G?” I pleaded. Her eyes locked into mine. Searching for my Truth, she never blinked and spoke as If reciting a psalm.
Lovely and calm………
- I’m trying to give you what you want to give me.
Reach a part of you that you refuse to let anyone else see. That not so grateful place of fear:
Fear of failure
Fear of not ever finding or connecting with your one True Soul-Mate
Or worse. Having her, but losing her.
A nerve. Struck like an out of tune chord
She struck my-
Auto tuned fort
Then I look some more.
- Hmmm. All I Feel is Truth
I want you to come inside & erase all I thought I had left of my past
I want your hands on this ass…
I want your tongue to sing me Sonnets Of Syn
Until I’m screaming…IT’S YOURS
Well. At least she’s honest. 1zerozero
This is what I wanna feel on a Sunday morning.
In the Present
Curving of Spine
Whisper in my ear…
how much this Pussy is Mine
Inducing your liquid libation
Within her Soul is where i call home
& her Lovin could supply a Nation
What I wanna feel on a Sunday morning.
“Take All The Time You Need”
They found themselves in the same room:
Finally… The moment, the inevitable had hit them; & when it did
In both Oceans
Their eyes met, all too soon
Both fixated on the others gaze
Stopped in their tracks;
Running in Place
& so many years of waiting for True Love
It was here
& those who grieve in self pity
There in that emerald city
I’m not going to apologize for staring at you…the way that I did. I…My Soul…
The moment that I saw you, I realized that my eyes have never known truth and beauty until they rested upon You.
I have been in the dark for too long & I hadn’t realized until you happened…& shined your Light…