Space

Illusions alluded factual ties

The energy faded from its chance of eloping chemistry 

This one is called “space”

I lost

They say when it comes back

It’s restored 

This day has specific criteria for eliminating bad blood 

A sample of her skin

Gloriful melanin

Chocolate skin of sweet tooths

Sugar attacks with every sample 

African kingdoms of celebration bore truth of tradition when she gratefully accepted my tease

The roots thickened driven through the dirt chambers 

Even dirt is sweet with the right rain and it’s grace from Mother Nature 

What if I told you I’m the submissive

Pretentiously and ordained in your requests

I deliver the package with a ring of the bell to your door step

This requires your signature 

Signing for the fallacies bearing truth 

Signaling alleyways to be cleared for our dances 

The atmosphere pleaded and bore down droplets

I’ll be your ride to heaven as you ride my face hell bent on me delivering miracles to pleasing your passion

We drive the staple between our grounds

A camaraderie at its finest 

I delivered every promise to your damage

I ate more supplements of your brokenness but I was never the restoration you needed

I pleaded with your lost soul tied and knotted in the blasphemy of your past

I passed by observing the proof that we were tarnished goods in bankrupt pawn shops

Still I’d make love to you again

There was no designer present

Thriving and thrifted I blew kisses to the stained broken glasses of our beauty 

This chapel had no religion conditioned to hoist our rebuttal

I challenged every notion and still you left me baffled with inquisitions of how you vanished

I call this one space

It’s apparent

You’re not the one for us.