My Gravity

That inexplicable gravitational pull. It's not love or choice...it exists beyond your permission, does without asking and ages not, over time space or separation. Fighting it is pointless as its torment is relentless. Obey it like a leaf to the wind and feel its magnitude take over your insides like 2 planets in a slow collide. That is you to me and me to you. It exists for us and we will listen to its inaudible commands. 
Give me you and take my soul. Us is ours.

Don't Call

There's that point when you've been hurt by someone and the anger starts to dissolve and you're human side wants to forgive.  So the anger turns to missing and the missing cries out in your soul.  It grabs your lips and makes you remember the kisses.  It cups your bosom and makes them ache for his hands.  You squeeze your thighs together and you remember how he filled your soul.
So you go and sit and stare at your phone, fingers itching to call...but don't....don't.

That spell was too big for the both of you, neither were you ready for it.  The passion drew you in and some truths were forgotten under the name of lust. He hurt you because that's the cost of choosing to be blind and you got hurt because you were too eager to feel again...don't call....don't call.

I know you want to fix it, go slow, ask more questions, but you don't get a full summer day in the middle of winter.  That fire burnt exactly the way it was supposed to burn and now it's out.  Staring at embers seeing his body on yours and smoke clouding your senses trying to feel something that you cannot repeat.  You lost yourself in passion and it's OK, gather yourself...don't call...don't call.

He's a wolf smitten and bitten, crawled in a cave to hide his pride and lick his wounds, leave him be. He danced like a gypsy in your love and he gave too, caught up in your rapture that you poured out like free rounds at a bar. You can't blame him for the love you fed him.  His wounds will be permanent scars and he will never forget and maybe never look for happiness again because your body haunts his eyes, the wind trickles your perfume in his nose, every time he warms up from the cold he will remember your arms, when the thunder claps he will remember your voice keeping him calm.  But he will also remember your tears, every time it rains, let him have his torment...don't call..don't call.

Let your heart bleed, the bleeping will stop.  Let your body ache, the aching will stop.  But if you call you're going to hurt yourself again because that fire burned exactly the way it was supposed to burn and burned out the way it needed to burn out.  It was good, it was fun and now it's over.

Don't call...don't call.

Little Faces

Hate

Sometimes feels like it should be our fate.

In a a country among the greatest of nations

We refuse to have the simplest of conversations

We fight and shot all the time

While those in charge are sitting too high.

Our bullets screams and tears can't reach them

Because they hold the keys and know we will bend.

Bend to feed our families 

And bend to protect those little faces.

Faces that just want to play 

But the old teach them what to say.  

Breeding value into color

Ruining everyone's summer

Kids can't play together

Because we've taught them to think about who is better.

Laughs never get to touch the air

Smiles never get to be born

But we've guaranteed they will be torn

Over something people who are dead have sworn.

Beliefs that mean nothing now 

While we shout "get in the car now!"

Ripping them from a new Black friend

Ripping them from a new Asian Friend

Ripping them from a new Middle Eastern Friend

Ripping them from a new White friend

That rip in their minds will never end.

Who do we feed when we hate

Who do we feed when we shoot

Who do we feed when we stab

Who do we feed when we kick

Kill the stories

Kill the lessons

Kill the ripping

Open their minds

Open their hands

Open their eyes

Give them the power that was already theirs waiting for them

Watch the beauty that will happen, if we all forgot color.