B.O.S
The light caresses the left side of your face;
my beauty, sun-kissed by God.
The tantalising tulips in your back garden will taste flesh before mine touches yours.
They blossom… Season after season,
And it will be approaching five now since I promised to make you my destiny,
We’re both sweet entities lost, in our abundance of freedom,
There’s no need to drown my thoughts and soul in Drake,
I’m well aware that I’m in my feelings.
But I’m also well aware that you’ll never feel the same.
Because if you could understand the gravity of the situation,
I’d be brought to my knees faster than the commandment of a whip on a plantation.
I’m simply a rough black man in love, enslaved by your emotions,
And only am I set free when I see you in motion.
Your fragrance,
Your presence,
Your essence,
Means everything to me,
And I can’t fathom enough words to describe your luscious lips, curvaceous hips,
Or the infinite amount of cliffs I would be willing to jump off for you.
And never with thoughts of suicide,
I only contemplate jumps through life.
Embrace my Ghanaian heritage, just to jump over the broom with you as my wife.
While they pray on our downfall, I’ll pray for a down-pour of blessings from heaven,
And me being the groom to your bride, will be my final ascension.
These thoughts will be laid to rest in the dark
While every breath you take is captivating in the light.
I sit back and watch how that elusive light makes you shine
-I’m caught.
uploaded: 13/03/20
Sand
I remember it being rain season in Ghana
And dancing with my siblings in a singlet.
My cheeks chubby with youth, and my appetite only wet for misusing my time.
I remember Prison Break box sets and cold showers,
I remember light offs, and chasing each other with flashlights.
These flashbacks coming thick and fast,
As thick as the bread grandma would serve with our breakfast.
At day break, the house was awake and moving,
And when it became dark it was time for bed,
You made the moon your friend,
and you could have intimate conversations.
I remember feeling more at home than feeling I was on a vacation.
Town centers busy.
Daddy’s lime green Suzuki beeping and swerving potholes while the sun was
beaming down on his bonnet,
with his engine humming a sonnet,
once we touched the open road, that was covered in sand.
uploaded: 13/03/20
Warm
Your eyes are as warm as summer heat against the back of my neck,
and your arms are pressed to my chest like the buttons from my shirt.
Our time waters away like the reflection of the sunset on the ocean,
There’s sand cascading down your skin like a dream sequence.
Your complexion’s the sheer consequence of Shea butter and months spent
counting sea shells by an African shore.
The tides coming in are whispering stay with me,
when we both know that we have to leave.
This low breeze has made the atmosphere perfect to lay seeds for lust,
while we lay in the sheets,
We’re wrapped up in each other, instead of the covers;
we make God jealous of how we make life, when we make love to each other.
You tremble at the knees, exhale, then feel at peace,
and your hands become palm trees as they’re planted on my back.
And those warm eyes are now burning, as tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks.
The night is still and so are our lips, as neither of us speak.
We just lay with our fingers interlocked,
your head on my chest…
Wishing we could mourn the idea of the morning,
and stay here forever.
uploaded: 13/03/20
Friend
I want you
Like a lover.
You need me
like a brother.
A poem about being your friend.
uploaded: 13/03/20
Too Much
My world revolves around famous jokes, sexual tension and smiling through sadness.
My grin always the widest, I think I’ve perfected acting.
J died this summer, family had to duck shots at memorials,
This shit gets deeper than what I’m willing to tell you all.
I shed real tears in your arms, you shed real tears in mine.
And you really think after we split ways you wouldn’t be on my mind?
You think I haven’t thought of popping up just to say hi, a million times?
You think I can count off another girl I’ve said I love you to in my lifetime?
But time changes, and so do feelings,
And right now I feel a pit in my stomach;
It’s the epitome of feeling like my granny doesn’t love me.
I can’t eat with my flesh being devoured by demons,
I can’t sleep without turmoil, I have nightmares instead of dreaming.
Right now I’m stirring this ship to success,
I procrastinate and get sea-sick,
Headed star-bound on a storm,
Self-doubt casts its wings over me like a Phoenix.
I’m a Joker, I provoke, and can’t continue conversations,
I was lying to myself, I’m offside, and it’s blatant.
I haven’t hit up Jermaine to finish off this script,
Haven’t replied to my personal tutor emails, because truth be told,
I’m full of shit.
I want success and want a first, but I’m not putting in the work.
Used to want street credibility without having to do any dirt.
White men that were my role models, and that coached me, really ended up being pedophiles,
Shit gets deeper than what I tell you all.
Stopped others’ suicide attempts 2 times in this 21 years of life of mine,
Shit gets deeper than what I tell you all.
Held down bodies during cardiac arrests,
Held hands during panic attacks,
Shit gets deeper than what I tell you all.
Been chased down my own road by my boys opps,
Yes… I was guilty by association,
Shit gets deeper than what I tell you all.
My breathing gets chaotic, my truth only exists in sonnets,
My iron levels low, days pass in blue blurs like sonic.
And they’re screaming that I’m toxic, I tried my best at being honest,
But when you care too much, you never benefit from it.
I’m tryna deliver a message through the pressure,
I hope you keep it like a secret.
But those were all past tales from my life,
I hope you found them intriguing.
And that it wasn’t too much.
uploaded: 13/03/20
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