Wainting (Written as Tribute to my boyfriend)
I knew the kind of man I wanted to marry the day my father told me that he was going to die,
He said “Baby girl, good men always know when it’s time for their fight to end, but a better man never stops fighting.”
He gathered himself without taking anything with him,
Not even my embrace,
To let me know that even without him here/ I can still love,
I’ve never had the audacity before now to wait for a heart,
But you said “Sleep on it”
So I curled up on your chest and we taught each other patience that night,
Hoping that the weight of my tears on your chest wouldn’t wake you from your gorgeous slumber,
Because mornings can be so mortal,
I just want to wake up to your smile,
Rustled locks and tired eyes,
The sign on our door says “don’t disturb” because whoever has the audacity to wake me from this fairytale,
Must have something more to offer me than you,
And you fill the space between here and forever,
Because when I kiss you,
I can taste the next 60 years of my life,
Waking up with your arms draped across my fatigued body is what I look forward to even in my dreams,
You are the first adult I've ever dated,
The only man I've never had to lay before,
You found treasure where thieves found trinkets,
I feel prided in your arms,
They used to take parts of me without asking,
And gamble my bones for luck,
But I found honesty in your touch,
I've trailed your spin as straight as an arrow,
And have been astonished by the application of your mind,
Last night before day dream met fairytale,
You were just as beautiful as the first time I laid eyes on your honey suckle skin and luscious lips,
Drenched in sunlight on the most beautiful day of my life thus far,
So in the morning when I wake up,
With your arms draped across my fatigued body,
And I tell you that I love you more than any one human heart can bleed,
Don't blush or look away,
Just hold my gaze,
And see ME,
Know that I will forever hold your heart and protect it with my own,
And that I will always be yours,
At your disposal,
I sat on the ledge of the fountain at love park,
I wasn’t sure if you were taking a picture of the beautiful Philadelphia scenery or me,
But I will take what I can get from you,
You are still the last person I kissed,
No matter how much my body or mind decides it wants to change as we carry each other in years,
I will always be the same girl you fell in love with.
I just want to fall asleep with your smile,
Rustled locks and tired eyes,
Hoping that you’ll make space on your pillow for me,
If not my face at least poem or 2,
And you are the first adult I’ve ever dated,
So if anyone should ever ask,
I would describe you as a wealth of daisy’s and sunday mornings,
When we just lay in bed,
Being as lazy as we allow ourselves to be,
Basking in the growth of our affluence of love,
And when you get mad at me,
I know you won’t leave me and be so gone that even our “in-love telepathy” won’t carry my “I’m sorry” messages to you,
And I love you for that,
Because you’ve found the forbearance to wait for my mistakes to fix themselves,
You will always be the last person I kiss,
And I swear when I kiss you,
I can taste the next 60 years of my life.