Fatherless Man

I know it may be inappropriate for me to say –
considering I am a woman –
but I confess
it is your ass that initially attracted me.
Round, sitting high in the air,
I wanted you immediately.

By the time I noticed you checking me out,
you were walking towards me.
A staggered and cocky swagger,
black jeans hugging your sculptured thighs.
The perfect ornament for your broad, chiseled chest.

When you spoke, your words hung in the air,
but your lips enticed me while your brown eyes
made everything about me melt.

I know this admission surprises you, for I concealed my lust.
Leaving your body for another day. Opting instead
to pursue your wit, dreams, hopes, and desires.

Albeit my queries fell upon deaf ears.
Yes, you wanted me.
Weak, you asked to smash that very night,
but I had to shut you down.

See, Brother, you’ve got to work for this.
Even if it is only your body that I crave,
I don’t give mine away so easily.
The silhouette of my curves dance beneath my clothes
drawing you to my luscious coiffure and sinuous lips,
but I am more than a skirt.

Boundaries established, you wait.
I soon learn, however, that our work is hardly done.
As you earn your way into my bed,
your lackluster concern for protection frightens me.

Aren’t you the same man who goes on and on
about your love for your mother, in part, because
you don’t know your father?

Secretly searching every man’s face for familiarity?
Seeking the embrace of your father
more than that of a wanton woman’s legs?

Can’t you see?
What we do here matters.
Whether you view me as a woman you want to make love to
or a piece of ass that you want to run through,
what we do here matters.

Remember that son you talked about?
The one you love so but his, as you put it,
crazy ass mama, won’t let you see your son without drama?
Did you once look at her the way you gaze at me now?
Did you want to hit it or make love to her?

At what point, did she become useless?
At what point, did you become a dad who’s a fatherless man?
At what point, did you decide to pass that tragic legacy onto your son?

When does the cycle end?
I can only tell you that it will not begin here.
As much as I’d like to tap that ass –
no joke –
I’ll wait. Or even pass.
I don’t want to rear a child who grows into a fatherless man,
forever searching faces for reflections of himself.

Again, what we do here matters.
Exactly, what are you willing to do
differently?

Copyright 2010 by Michelle D. Hudson. All rights reserved.

Definition of a soul mate

There are many things i wish were true

but the only real truth is my love for you

You fill my heart. You are my cuore mio

You are my heart

You were the love of my youth

Loving each other against reasons

Across time and space

Almost like time and space folded in half

A decade and a half disappeared in between the folds

Suddenly, point A overlaps point B

Time appear to stand still, leaving our love frozen in time

Everything else moved in its time and pace

Life moved on for you and me

but fate ,knew we belonged together

Winds of destiny orchestrated a meet

Our path crossed, and frozen feelings thawed

Unbelievably, it felt like not a day had passed

Feelings simply continued where we left off

Untouched by time

And suddenly I realised

you WERE the love of my youth

We shared a promise to

hold each other in our hearts for a lifetime

And now...

- now you are the love of my life

But the question remains

Can second chance really happen for both of us?

Can the life we led while apart permit us to be

together as heaven intends?

Florence

I Carry Your Heart

A poem by E.E Cummings. Enjoy and comment

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) Posted by Florence