Afro Boricua's Flame

Afro Boricua's Flame

I am weathered, yet she still loves me

Every breath invested into her

Softens the edges of my life willed

Roughly

Discovering her colors on the canvas

My consciousness begun painting

The petrichor remaining in air

Just after it stops raining

I smelled her there

Sitting in the Cafe Terrace

On the Place du Forum

In complementary fashion

And if I had not been just a bit embarrassed

That surely was the day I would've asked

For her hand in marriage

Be it, as it may

Dreams are only built In spaces where time perishes

I am rushing to the end of the story

Written on the last page

Proclamations of triumphant intimacy

That tells the tale of these lovers glory

I worry

Some of you may never read it

We will leave it

At the edge of the coffee table in time

A book full of prose and rhyme

It...

Lovers Oath

It was the Parricide of My Past

That Would Lie to Me

And Finding You at Last

Reassuring of My Life to Be

Where Nights Breathe as a Negligee

Covering Our Novice Discretion

Negligent of Direction

Knowing Nothing Severs this Connection

With Affection

Serving Us Such Sentences

Experiencing the Relentlessness

Punctuated Between Kisses

I Touch You in Parenthesis

Eagerly Awaiting Evolved Images

Luxuriantly Lounging

At a Time When Distance is the Only Nemesis

And the Emphasis is This

Shame Does Not Follow Our Passion

The Gift of Our Tongues

Will Never Go Out of Fashion

Fastened to the Postulation

Lined in Disappointment

Who Kneels There Asking

To Be Loved

Gone Unanswered Still

We are an Advent Real

I Want to Adamantly Feel

The Twilight of Your Skin

The ...

Hurt Me, With Goodbye?

She Said,

 "The Lack of Communication Between Us

Brings Me Pause"

As if, Her Statement Should Be Met

With Rings of Hollow Alarms

Followed By an Awe of Dropped Jaws

Naw, Fam

That's Not it at All

The Gall to Insist that

You Get to Do Just as You Please

While I am to Step and Fetch

So You'll Be Appeased

Is No Longer the Current Deal

Your Absence Will Not Be a Threat

See, I Haven't Really Said Anything Yet

And this Poem Already Gives Me Feels

So, Pause if You Must

Because, Honestly Speaking

There are a Few People Who Would Like to See it

Trust

You are No Longer the Only Prize in the Cracker Jack Box

Acting Like The World Gone Stop

When You Don't Receive a Text

Girl Please

Maybe You Should Move on to the Next

I Bet, My Sleep

Will Not Be Interrupted...