Love makes us foolishly optimistic. -Wale Folarin

Some Shit I Believe

Some Shit I Believe
no evil here. just truth.



Never have I ever written something and not known's almost like another part of me wrote this while I stood on the sidelines and watched. It doesn't feel like me...but it feels like something kinda familiar...I think. Or maybe I'm just

Written about a month ago...

My body is a temple.

And yours knows the password to unlock all my secrets.
A slight part of my lips tries to tell you stories of my organs
but instead I end up inhaling your being.
And your soul crawls through my airway and makes itself comfortable next to mine.

I admire your posture so intensely that
your regal strength whips itself around my spine and rips the insecure slouch from my body.
I don't know if I'm standing with you or for you
but my body has never been so perpendicular to heaven and it feels sweet.

Your soul grips me,
its new found mate,
internally and my eyes jump to yours for reassurance of the at hand occurrence.

Your eyelashes are reminiscent to acoustic guitar strings
and every time you blink,
it’s like deep, sultry music to my ears.

And my fingertips begin to ache to feel you.

I know the second we meet skin to skin,
our complexions will devour each other
and blend themselves into a shade too beautiful for description.
And the goose bumps...
the goose bumps will be like braille to the blind
so that even they can know of the lyrics seeping from our pores.

My lungs are filled to capacity with the dancing of our souls.

They begin to expand inside of me
and my sternum starts to crack with excitement
until the skins rips itself away from my frame and leaves me open.



Brown sugar pours from my veins and your tongue catches every drop.
You tell me I taste angry.
But you know I'll linger with an aftertaste you'll always remember,
even on the days u try to force yourself to forget.

My heart creeps near our toes,
struggles to stay whole without its shelter.
You can see every crack and scratch
and we can both hear a faint beat that sounds like its groaning your name.
My whole face flushes the color of hot summer sunsets with embarrassment.

And you laugh.
Of all things to do, you laugh.

And I feel my eyes swell up with the Great Lakes.
I know so much emotion is about to fall out
of this bare cavity that used to house the heart
now perched at your ankles begging for your attention.

But your lips send their apologies
and they place themselves against my own and dance themselves into a frenzy.
I cave into your chest for security and protection…
but mostly for the comfort of your anatomy. 

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