Love Prone

Love Prone

Thick woman,

plush against my skin

like my softest dreams,

she warms me right.

The food for my appetite,

I am full of her,

and she is full of me,

no bull.

She feeds me pride

with looks of a lioness's eye,

fearless for her king,

ride and die.

Shot through the chest

when she drove by,

now I am standing beside her

with a dart in my heart.

Settle Down Love

Bedroom convos uttered in my ears,

like Trey's songs playing in slow motion,

echoing no split in musical openness,

making the air around me moist.

Bearing the body wrapped in its petals,

I watered the rose that confined me,

sprouting and spreading new leaves,

arousing only to settle down.

-Jg