When my eyelids can no longer hold themselves
accountable I see you in my rem state. I have spent
eons journeying through the elapsed time of prayer & memories
relearning from my past lives—
When I talk with my father he listens in the
stillness of time – it is here between outer crust
and Atmosphere that we exist.
After Fajr
If it were 8am in our time zone, on a
Saturday morning and the streets lights
started to fade away into the horizon and the
sounds of birds chirping were the
only alarm we awoke in your bedroom.
Would you smile, laugh, and glow like you
do when we FaceTime & text message? Could I watch
the sun kisses your pores and recharges your glow?
I want to know how the sun makes your 4C
curls look like chocolate and maple brown sugar?
How your face looks like a painting without makeup.
Allah is an artist.
For our next date—could we cook together?
Share conversations in the duality of cultural safe
spaces. My Magical Black Woman. Would you give
me permission to access your kitchen?
Pick a country and let’s go to the nearest fresh market
Bowie has to offer. Grab fresh Brita water, cinnamon, flour, brown sugar,
banana, strawberries, grapes, mangoes, kale, spinach, red potatoes,
peppers, cheese, onions, blueberries, pomegranate, blood oranges,
collard greens, eggs, turkey bacon, and you can even pick the type
of marble cake/snickerdoodle cookies we snack on.
I want to sauté this experience with you. I will culturally
appropriate my existence with yours if you find it palatable.
Marinade in the refuge of your smile. Caramelize this
moment of intentful convos and peaceful silences.
If black be magic, then let us be
God led the recipe to what a healthy union looks like.
If I am a poet, then you are my literary devices.
It’s not often I get to see a goddess in flesh.
I graduated I.T. so I can be Intentional with my Touch.
When you let me… I’ll troubleshoot your doubts away.
Increase my knowledge base of you so that you are reassured
of your position here on this earthly plane until we are called
back home. I want to ride shotgun through life with you.
With your permission… I’ll baptize my eyes in the ambiance
of your aura. Marinate my lips with yours. Inhale the memories
of our experiences in this union. I can’t heal your past traumas,
but I break apart a constellation. So we can build a new legacy
for the next generations to examine. Sanctified under God’s Eyes.
If you let me. I’ll be second place only to your edge control.
A trademark staple behind your beauty, your smile, and your glow. Ongoing
conversation you will tell your children and young girls about when educating
them on finding someone that helped you discover the difference between
creating art instead of lust-making. I’ve prayed about this.
If you ‘bout it I listen and see you for. Do my best to learn
you every day. If being myself makes your heart smile and the
authenticity of you, makes my soul glow. Then hey… I realized what
I wanted out of life and who to partner with…I don’t do rebounds or backups.
If life were fantasy sports then you are my number one draft picks.
I intentionally want to grow and build with you in any season of life shows.
I mean… We are only roughly 2 hours away in good traffic… take a life journey with me.
Rabbana hablana min azwaajina wa dhuriyyatina qurrata A’yunin waj’alna lil- muttaqina imama
