Face Butter Poems

My poetic mind wants to know
Do you feel for me like I feel for you?
My desire for you trickles slowly to my cervical vertebrae
Heart pumps rapidly at the sound of your voice
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You fell for a voice behind those poetic words
Well, carefully read this again
Stop fantasizing
Start looking
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A white thick fog arose as I looked out the window
My dark-rimmed eyes cursing the lack of rainbows
Wishing…wishing for one last sweet rendezvous of what used to be
Videos of African rhythms that gripped my spirit
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The editing of my heart is what you did
Catching errors with critiques, taking notes, ignoring me
You read me well like a manuscript
You knew I was weak from the start
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He licked his sun-dried lips
Biting his thin nails
Eyes glaring at the whitewashed virgin wall
The wall was speaking to him, wanting him to touch her
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A soft breeze passes by
With a gentle touch
From his gentle hands
Then he leans down
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Here Mom
Throw your childhood stories in this wide bowl
Fill it up with your Haitian history
I know Grandma is not here anymore
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In the beginning there was one word
It accumulated into journals without censorship
Well-preserved, hidden behind vertical blinds of theatrical minds
Unstoppable when it finally justified its presence with vital functions
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The bitterness of her kiss stung me with such hypocrisy
Affecting my behavior, drugging my senses as I fought this denial in my heart
This kiss was an alcoholic taste without substance
It lingered in my tongue
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It was exposed to an audience who envied me
To family, friends
I gabbed too much of this love
A marching band of joy and happiness
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