If when I wake and my arm is asleep I will still adjust it around you. There will never be an opportunity to love a black woman that I will be ok with missing.
Our toes touch as if to say we home here
Sidenote: I believe letting your bare feet touch is an advanced level of intimacy that all couples must advance to.
Sort of like pooping with the door open for the first time.
The touch of the warm wind on the first day of spring feels like you
How the sound of birds chirping falls on my ears feels like you
You feel like the punch in the arm of a homie when she laughing
You feel like love like the sound of prayer coming from Aunt Vicky specifically
You feel like a well-greased scalp and thank you for greasing my scalp for me
You are a black woman’s hymn
You got me singing your name everywhere I go
Lungs know touch too
Knows the specific air created to support me singing your name
Even when we lay on two separate couches I will reach across just to feel you there
I always want to be gifted by your touch
O' girl do you smell like coco butter and blessings
The air kisses your skin as your arm reaches for me
And we touch
And we touch
And we touch
