I have slept with a dream in my bossom and now he sleeps in my bed..
The undeniable man,
Carved out by God's hands to volunteer unto me his rib if I can just promise to be me.
He fits into me like zig-saw and I saw him bend his will to forever lay in my hair,
He brought the moon and stars to my bed and that is the very light that I write my awe of him.
Maybe my words on this page may never be as beautiful as he is, but I attempt to resemble his majestic.
He sacraficed his cool and laid his last at my feet in hopes that I would just meet him half way
So, I bow beneath him in true submission,
ready to support his fantasy of me.
He planted seeds in my mind of the times that we would share together in couches with Chamomile and confidence that years of hurt have brought us here and the wisdom that we don't know shit will keep us guessing.
I have slept with a dream in my bossom
of a man willing to get naked with clothes on,
never stray from my intensity to go there or just stare at his excellence created for me.
See God molded him and threw him into the cosmos
to resinate in my cerebral,
rest on my conscience,
and ultimately reside in my womb.

We bare no children but fruitful we sow seeds of hope in knowing corrosive lands no longer devour viable fruit,
cause our ground is fertile.
At harvest, we will bring our first fruit to the feet of the Father, and He will say,
"Well done."