You hold my heart
in the palm of your hands
with more precision
than a surgeon
and I feel
the warmth of your pale
flawless white skin
through each vein
It is the way you hold
my hands so tightly
leaving,no room for
insecurity
That assures me
that
not even air
can separate this grip
I know
that if I need you
at midnight
You will ride
for miles,
And if your bicycle
gets a flat
You will walk the rest
to be there
at my side
You lend support
To those who I support
And you speak well of me
So those who love you
Love me
And those who respect you
Respect me
You bring no shame
You cause no pain
The first spoon of food
in your bowl is mine
And so too
Is every minute of your time
The way
you taste my afro,
Each strand of hair
In your own freaky way
you show you care
Jealous dark eyes
Loathe this affection
As much as I loathe
ebon feet
that can never fill your shoes
Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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