I love a man I know could die And not by way of illness And not by his own hand But because of the color of that hand and all His flawless skin. One joy in it is Understanding he can hurt me But won’t. I thought by now I’d be unhappy Unconscious next to the same lover So many nights in a row. He readies For bed right on the other side Of my fury, but first, I make a braid of us. I don’t sleep until I get what I want.
