la lune. letters i wrote to you, under moonlight.

Move:

verb \ˈmüv\

a : to stir the emotions, feelings, or passions of

b : to affect in such a way as to lead to an indicated show of emotion

movement:

noun move·ment \ˈmüv-mənt\

a (1) : the act or process of moving; especially : change of place or position or posture (2) : a particular instance or manner of moving

c : a distinct structural unit or division having its own key, rhythmic structure, and themes and forming part of an extended musical composition

unrequited:

adjective un·re·quit·ed \ˌən-ri-ˈkwī-təd\

: not requited : not reciprocated or returned in kind

to the muse:

for all the words that fell silent in your stillness..

to the reader:

this is not a love story. i've been consumed by love before. this is something else entirely. this is the collection of words that seemed unable to find release.

i was moved by someone. immediately returned to girlhood. incited to silence and held in awe of them.

but..

in the midst of all my movement, i realized i was alone. and that truth ignited a fire within me. For what else can be done with this movement but prayer that heat can consume it?

12:00 am

00. creation.//beginning of movement.

energy of earth

brown like soil.

like clay.

like honey.

-

crafted. the grain of your skin spells

divinity.

feels of serenity.

of this.

of. you.

-

you are the moment

in stillness

in suspension

in nothing.

-

lungs inflated

body constricted

pleasure overridden

hovering,

-

moment of creation.

i create in search of

you.

-

i am alchemist.

memory of you

turned word.

turned gold.

turned

immortalization.

-

you are muse.

2:53 am

01. drowning in your air// in moonlight black boys look

you feel of water.

of summertime

aquatic games

and test of lung capacity

-

i am lost.

submerged.

in water.

baptized

in river.

lost in sea.

-

melanin

kissed by the sun

caressed by the gods

has turned

gold

turned silver

turned moonlit shades of blue.

-

i have been lost beneath your surface

days wandering

in the minutes we’ve

been together.

you are so quiet.

i want to stay within you longer.

learn this ecosystem

evolution

adaption

irony.

-

--

i was 5 when i taught myself to swim.

6:32am

02. before the sun came up on sunday morning.// prayer.

sound like browned

butter

raw sugar

flour

-

smell like

taste

like

im like

feel like butter

like batter

sweet.

like cookies.

-

our dance

taste like

high vibration

like tithes

like prayer.

you look like bliss

from up here.

-

moan like

taste like

my name in your mouth.

like air ripped from

your lungs.

hips called. soul

answered.

-

you sound like you

like this.

-

there it is

once again

my name

in your mouth

taste like

perfect rhythm synchronization simultaneous ascension

-

you know...

my name

in your mouth

kinda taste like god.

11:01pm

03. garden of eden//mistress to the lover of the sun

you feel of life.

skin of soil.

-

deep.

rich.

fertile.

-

my fingertips sow traces of me

perhaps

if I could bury myself

inside your earth

ground myself

inside of your energy

i could sit within the brown of your skin

and eavesdrop on its conversation with the sun.

-

how sweetly does she whisper to you?

do her words worship every inch of your brown?

do they kiss all of your skin?

no?

guide me.

show me the places they neglect.

allow me to make up for where she has lacked.

1:12am

04. ethereal rope burns//one sided psychic connection

your energy finds me on your entrance.

-

a tap on the shoulder.

fingertips at the waist.

a whisper on my neck.

brown of your touch

felt

all

over

my skin.

-

where are you?

-

phantom touches

only tease.

only heighten

clair sentient

clair cognizant

psychic

robbed of sight

i cannot see you

but

i feel you

you are here.

-

--

where are you?

10:40pm

05. all consumed.//high heat

you've set me ablaze

swiftly

a finite sea of people between us

but

you caught me

entranced

in you.

and you served me penance.

-

my body

the point of ignition.

and i in rapture

flames dance around the browns of your iris

my reflection.

-

i am lost

and this is torture.

and this is pleasure.

this is intensity.

-

i have combusted and rebirthed six times since

your arrival.

phoenix.

am i finally enough yet?

-

i can no longer hear the conversations around me.

every cell in my body.

every bone in my skin.

begs.

--

extinguish me.

06. air./sufocation.

i breathe you in

hover in you

we breathe out

in to silence

-

i have broken your bubble

indulged in your terrain

and sat in the stillness of the space.

-

you

are

so

beautiful.

-

my lips graze your cheek.

i taste the saltwater of your skin

i breathe you in.

-

i taste her under the sweetness of your words.

the curve of her hips

hidden

in the curve of your S's

i pretend i do not notice.

-

i tease your bottom lip.

tug it between my teeth.

you taste of insecurity

you do not see yourself how i feel you.

power.

serenity.

creation.

-

piece of god.

piece of magic.

piece of her.

piece

on the

tip

of your

tongue.

but you do not name her.

so perhaps.

just a figment

just imagination

just fear

just.

5:11am

07. cloak of invisibility//breach of contract

there are times when i think you forget to see me.

-

as if i've become a

two dimensional

cardboard

cut out

play thing.

-

as if

you see me in black and white

battery operated

drained of all color,

divinity.

purpose.

-

outside of pleasure.

outside of sex.

outside of you.

10:43am

08. the handwritten obituary i found on my pillow instead of you.//wake up call.

"brief breaks in armor

challenged me

go further.

go harder.

go.

deeper.

-

brief breaks

turned gaps

turned romance

hypnotize

-

i speak your language

not with tongue

with body.

native tongue.

native dance.

-

baptized you

burned

buried

and enlightened you.

-

i held you through death

made way.

new creation.

the cadence of your funeral procession

gave hint to new life.

-

your old self is survived by

the unfulfilled wishes of

past lovers.

-

they mourn your ascension.

-

you worship

at my temple

daily.

you have found new religion.

- muse. "

3:33am

09. unrequited movement.//dark moon.

but

i do not move you.

-

four steps in front

positioned

centered

i dance circles around you.

-

placed myself at your fingertips and kneeled down

beside you

forwent sleep

to meet your dreams

worshipped and

immortalized

-

but i do not move you

-

even though

i

am currently

in flight

both hovering

and in motion

at the thought of you

-

even though, i

skin of eve

body

temple

warm like sun

sweet like cookies

dipped by goddess

laden altar

-

even though

i am unable to quiet your name

in my mind

brewed into coffee

sown into sheets

-

even though

you move me

i do not move you.

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