I use to love her as the face I saw everyday in the mirror
Remnants of her eyes reflected mine
Time passed as thoughts of her stayed on my mind
her body became the home my heart would never leave
Soon to be the reason I could no longer breathe
Breaths quickly stolen as they were hers for the taking
Electrified were the eyes I saw connect in the sky
Patiently waiting to become a portrait of everlasting bliss
One I'd physically paint as her lips seeped deeper to heaven
Crying
begging with each touch her body craved
Reason to deify ones god
as her name alone became religion
Religion to a heart that once never knew the ways bodies could respond to one another in such ways
A Texas gal whoms touch envied the wind as its whispers preached to us as a whole
Her hand in mine
Afro centric as the waves that no longer were ripples of her past
I use to love HER
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