Standing At the Back Door; Respectfully Closing it

Write to me and

right this for me

write about my soul

and how corruptedly it flowed

oozing like the pains I've suffered

see me straight

and make me believe

help me hope in love

I've seen a mess of pain

and said all I could say

so now I change my 

tone 

to match the mended

inner-workings of

my

heart 

I found it

skipping through

the breezes of my 

loviness

I see me 

just as I see you

for the first time

I see me 

miraculously

triumphant

loving every curve of my body

every lump

each dimple

I'm fascinated at the shape of my figure

the wiggling fluidity of my shape

the creaminess of my skin

the versatility of my tresses 

both ugly and lovely...all me

I love the way 

my walk bends in a sway

and my hips poke out like

the lips of a sad, sad child

longing for candy

I am candy...life-long


sweet
unctuously
nectarous

Me, I am chocolate, 
brown sugar

luscious cafe 

cinnamon cappuccino

light and airy 

as a desert wind

Enjoying the aroma that pours

from my body in sweet sweat

when I'm dancing before my God

cavorting away the stains

washing away the frank words

of disengagement

feeling the freedom of my wealth

I am rich

worthiness inside me

erupting like an aggravated

volcano

burning everything in its path

My conundrum is hot lava

and my reasoning

my revelation

my adoration for my head-high

with lack of sagging visage

the birth of my spiritual girth

my undying wit

they together are the cooling agent

This life I've lived

is less than daunting now

that I have and know the tools

to being fulfilled

in love

with this creation

God called me

She is now

full of beauty

so lovely

a paragon of illumination

far greater than her pulchritude

No one can remove it

I bathe there daily

seeking the life

missed

in the midst of a storm

now

living has truly

began

and

I'm so glad about it.

Selah...