I was tempted by her innocence
Lost in the hallways of exonerated exploitation
I was a combative lover
Bursting past spaceships to land in her moon
Yet I took my time
Digging up treasures
Capturing fossil imprints for memory books
The intention was never to mind the outside voices
I sprinted before the seasons demanded the ransom
Giving my heart with fashionable praises
Unbuckling purities
I eat her peach until the fruit creams
She changed “don’t lose me”
To “you challenge me and intensify everything about me”
Trust issues were discolored pigments
I was the shea butter til her coconut oiled
I devour my fruits of ripe paragons
This love was without measure
Mounting forgiveness into passions understanding
Quilted in her embrace
I dropped every tough girl facade
I read her novels every time I worded my love
Proposals were pardoned distant visions
Our worlds of wisdom collided into art galleries
Our wounds of bandaged prisons were unpacked baggage
This is a sure thing
A reassured thing
Never ignorant to every day feeling like the inception
The only deception present is surprising benevolence
My gratitude grew for every extinguished defunct transition
This morganite gem justifies this level of endearment.
