you are an synchronized lluaby. An rhythmic elation of existence and I can't refuse your presence. So I listen to you when you, hear your soul anglicized in your melanin tuxedo, moving gracefully unbothered. .and you sound beautiful. .unlike these other beings. . I can feel you when you are miles away, like skipping stones on marble floors polished in golden age. You are divine. You are the painted eyelids in answered prayers and neither one of us are unsinful, so when have you spoken to gates?. Imagine, seeing an angel wrap it's arms around 16 Egyptian gods and order them to bond. Sink their hands into one another and softly needle every perfection they individually felt made them and out came. . you. They named it, You. The silk truth on egyptian cotton wind free micrograin in an hour glass, You my love are timeless. Don't hesitate to show it, disregard their disbelief in you because they don't like the truth. Bare witness to the Lord's right hand like history to facts, you can't expect them to notice you. Your Black is angelic. Your Black is Divine. That Black is so enticing, they hate when it isn't watered down. So brew young bean...flourish in your darkest hour and cast the widest shadow. Untuck your wings and let your lluaby sing,
to fall for a muse is a dangerous game for he inspires me and my soul to create the unknown meaning this man is sure to be the absolute end of me as I keep growing older but I feel as if I’m a flower that has not yet bloomed but somehow I still find a way to cherish a man, for he is a reflection knotted and hair twisted and curled from the roots written in grace, kissed by the sun, melanin skin deep with brown eyes that sees through false teachings so he's no greek goddess but a king that conquered the heavens with perfection in his bones. ignite herb, black smoke fills my lungs, controlling a high i never felt or will never feel like God in my system which will forever mean he’s my keeper a beautiful collation of poetry and chocolate he was — a garden of tulips that was appetizing, crafted by God. shaped his love to beauty that was a offspring’s of Cleopatra, Nefertiti, and Makeda so “King he's always been” a blessing in disguise who desired cerebral stimulation, mental penetration, repeated orgasms multiple times with raw passion forming emotions in those words that manifest, mutating him musically with genius rediscovering his smile.
his appearance doesn’t say anything of all the things he experienced holding on to perseverance a million times for survival. discomforting as discovering the peaceful chaos in the destruction to have distribution that was a nuisance to encounter the devil during a Sunday waking up with his eyelids shut burst with hunger for success. listening to a bumblebee inside a skull sitting on the balcony with lips that were like morning coffee where my mind admired the aroma of earth core poured into a cup with attempts. i wanted to kiss him even more. diving into the corners of the ocean to watch him come to the surface as we grab each others hands to keep from drowning, giving a moment of silence as we stared at each other a little too long to be just "friends". we've been much more than that it made me question my existence to submerge my being into him. a offering i couldn't pass up on to have a man with such description. i nailed him in a sense of a heavenly presence to deliver me from not thinking ungodly, for i rather act it out and let it be equivalent to the thought that i wrote him naked before I could sketch him out in my mind as an remarkable hidden landscape deep in the language. it was fluent enough to convince me that this was more than just lust that amplified the love in our eyes
My biggest prayer is to love him right. I want to love him like Christ loved the Church, love him like his Father in heaven loves him, love him like the Holy Spirit loves his soul and love him like he was created to be loved but sometimes, sometimes my flesh tries to intimidate me with that kind of love. It’s like my spirit can rise from the depths of this corrupted prison with the voice of Abel screaming that ’I have not yet loved him to the extent that Christ loves the church” see; I want a crucifixion type love.
Every time I hug him I want my arms to be spread out on the cross and I want to die to my childish ways. And every time I look into his eyes I want a crown of thorns to be placed upon my head so that I will surrender my thought life to his honour. And I want the walls to be taken apart to be nail driven into my feet so that they would lead him with the authority of Moses, see; I want a crucifixion type love. I want my side to be pierced every time that we laugh together so that ill always remember that I am is his rib. And every time I sleep and dream of him I want my back to be beaten with a cat o nine tail so that ill always carry his burdens for him. And every time I’m not with him i want to stand before Pilot and stand true to my relationship with him, see, I want those who have seen me to have seen him in me when we are apart. I want a crucifixion type love.
I want a love that will cause dead men to rise. When people gaze on us I want them to know who is this Christ that we speak of. And every time he falls I want to take him in my arms like my cross and carry him up to Calvary. I want women to mark me for not wanting to be like them, for not wanting to squander my love on various men but to have the passion to pour out my love onto him for all of eternity. I want a crucifixion type love.
I want a love that was pre-destined before eternity. I want a love that was birthed in my mother’s womb. I want a love that is willing to give up this world for him. I want a love that is immaculate. I want a love that makes angels wish they were in our shoes. I want a love that will make me pray to God and say who am I that you are mindful of me to bless me with him. I want a crucifixion type love.
I want a love that bleeds purity. I want a love that people will lie on us just to see us split apart. I want a love that will make me run away to a far village build a mansion for him with my bare hands and send him love letters every day reminding you of me, letters that you can keep in a book and spend time reading them every day. I want a love that will make my spirit pray for him. I want a love that will make me walk on water in the middle of the most dangerous storm for him, see; I want a crucifixion type love.
I want a love that my friends will betray me cause of my affection for him. I want a love that after we’re gone that for centuries to come men will aim to follow in our legacy. And every time I rise in the morning I want it to be my cross being raised up right for him, to stand up on the hill of my life and portray a beautiful sacrifice. I want to be placed in the tomb of your heart, the tomb that your mother and father built. I want a love that will rise with all power over adversity. I want a love that people will flock to see if it’s real. I want a crucifixion type love.
I want a love that shows my yearning for him. I want a love that even when we argue I still have a burning passion and desire to be with him. I want a love that heals, the kind of love that covers the wounds that were dug deep by the knives of infidelity and insecurity. I want a love that makes God get up and dance around his throne every time he sets his eyes on us. I want a crucifixion type love.
So, with all of that said…
Lord please give me the strength to love him like you love me. Like the way you didn’t consider being equal with the father, a thing to be grasped, but you came and gave up your throne for the filth of this world, and out of love you serve and in the same way let me serve him unconditionally, infinitely. So, let me "man up" and quite wasting time playing games and pursue him like you pursue your church because you have chosen me to be entrusted with his heart. So, let me cherish it like a jeweller cherishes a diamond, let me examine it and find out every minute detail about his worth, see, I want to love him
Like Abraham loved Sarah,
Like Isaac loved Rebecca,
Like Jacob loved Rachel,
Like Moses loved Ruth,
Like Solomon loved his queen,
I want a crucifixion type love.
So, into your hands I commend this relationship because I want to love him like you love your church. I want a crucifixion type love.