Free

To me
You're still a stranger
Though you held me
Much longer than anyone I've ever known
Though you've touched me in places I didn't even know existed
And you make me melt like icicles on the tongue

It's even stranger how you could possibly know
How to make me smile non-artificial smiles
When I know you couldn't handle the real me
It's like I'm happy I met you that day
And I'm happy I let you that night

Or Maybe
You can explain the strange feelings
That posses me
Capture and trap me
When I feel you're in the vicinity of the room
I am about to be in

Man, you gotta know me
Maybe I was your chocolate Cinderella
And we made love in unconscious worlds
Where fairies exist in multitudes
And whispers were interludes between each thoughtless breath

It's strange how you warm me
Like grandma's quilt or grandma's tea
Or maybe I find it strange
That you're the man I needed you to be
For just that night,
to feel open
to feel free.

African Pride, standing on Maya's shoulders
Writings Inspired by life growth
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