I fell in love with the smile in your eyes;
It was deep,
rich and vibrant,
Your pupils were sunlight
that tickles and warms
the coral hiding beneath
cool blue-green waters.
Your teeth were shy pearls
Too afraid of their own
beauty to venture out
And brave the risk
of being snatched away.
Your dimples were
mahogany wishing wells
Drawing lost souls
into a haven long forgotten.
I wanted to dive into the crests of your wildest joy
And be carried away.
I fell in love with your scent,
It was stifling, like silent cries and prayers before God
Made beneath moonlight and burning candles.
The heavy handed stench of abused fruit hangs,
subdued by cocoa butter, sea salt, and curry laden
dreams of escaping Master’s stony gaze.
puffy eyed bakes and saltfish dance in the wake of
Like masses hypnotized by the pulsating riddims
Of oil tin drums and suppressed instincts
Your scent was loud and overwhelming
Like the oil tin factories you helped me escape from
I fell in love with your language;
Each word floats off your tongue
While syllables richochet between eardrums
I run my fingers through each sentence textured like
This coarse, Afro-Euro-Indo-Carib medley,
kinky, strangely familiar, and cascading like your untamed
paints pepper-soaked colloquialisms across my cortex.
The spice rings my taste buds and my throat,
Dulling over time but never losing its bite.
I, a patron at a feast of musical morphemes
Bask in the flavors of your daily conversations.
I fell in love with your body Equal parts curvaceous and courageous Your warm embrace belies half-healed scars
Gifted by those who couldn’t control your spirit.
Struck by the coils of their greed then cast off as refuse,
your body rebuilt itself into a temple of fiery will and
a testimonial tempered, blackened, beaten, and breathtakingly beautiful.
Your iron will sings from tin drums like church bells,
your children dance your stories into my skin like retracing memories of each scar’s journey
until the tapestry unfolds within my own veins.