Are You Ok? Poem by Armand Miller

Ok ok ok
Hair is done
Outfit looks good
Relaxed, casual, fun
'Baby were gonna be late'
I listen to the to plop of his
Steps as he shifts through the
Apartment to the bathroom door
He looks... breathtaking as always
6'2 with enough tattoos to make my
Parents jealous and his parents cry
Skin tone like deep roots with flicks
Of red that shine through his mahogany
Physique when the sun kisses just right
Smile shine like stars in the sky
Don't get me started when the lips are licked
Or bit
Tch it ain't lint he licking from this cookie queen
But he gonna get a fresh filling
He keep looking at me with those eyes
Soft hazel
The kind that look likes it gotta lil blue
Right there at the bottom
When the weather decide we need to stay in all day
Cut but not bulky and these thick ass fingers that know
The right amount of pressure every time he's behind me
Yall don't understand the way this man
Mmmf you would think I love the taste of cotton
The way I slob and bite on our pillows

I love him
'You dont think we have time for..'
'Says the man that told me we'll be late'
He glances over me once
And promises me tomorrow
I feel a chink crack in my facade
As my the butterflies begin to die
I love you

Out the car.
Head high.
Mask on.

I would like you all
To finally meet Will
They preen they pry
They try to know as much about him as possible
But he's not really the social type
So most of the topics end at
Take my card, we can discuss it tomorrow

He works
A lot actually
Heir to some munitions company
That has him giving Tony stark showcases
All over the country
And he can't always take me
And thats ok
I didnt wanna go to Mumbai anyway
And I always feel seen and heard and understood
And he's willing to take a step down once we are secure
But that demands late nights
And office flights
So I just say I love you
He reciprocates and I wait
For the eventual tomorrow

I don't know when it happened
But he says it less
He's present
And here and with me
Everyday
Idc that he smells like
Knockoff Dior every night he comes in
Idc that his new assistant is
A fine ass young man
Idc that he always eats without me
Or doesnt think I may want some too
Idc if the have you had water text have dried up
Idc if the rounds after rounds have turned into 1
Idc if tomorrow has become my last favorite word in the dictionary
Idc that looking him in the eyes now
Feels like a death sentence
I don't


I don't


I love you honey
He just nods and says... tomorrow