There is a poem
That I have never written you
Until now

I was afraid
To ever call you a King in public
Scared these young things
Would notice your grandeur
Would try to steal your Sceptre
From in between my fingertips
My grip failing to hold you tight enough
To call you mine

Last night in my dreams I lost you
You fell in love with a wind
That my lungs failed to carry
A breath my lips could never muster
A skirt I never hiked up for you

I hid my sexy underneath
A 350 thread count sheet
Brushed your hands off my breast
On nights when
All you wanted to do was feel me again
See if I had returned my pulse back to God
See if my heart was
Frozen somewhere underneath
Bones and Muscle
Kiss a fire on top of
Your man made river

Instead I told you parables
Like bible stories
Laughed at your wanna be miracles
Called you Moses
Told you your rod only had the ability
To split my oceans dry

My words have never appreciated you on paper

I’m sorry
For every time
My vocabulary found a beautiful poem
In Every one of your short comings

It is sometimes easier
For my finger to flex forward
Point out your mistakes
Before you notice mine

I am a flaw
With pretty eyes
And wide hips
A mistake you fell in love with
An alcoholic liver
Hiding forgotten lovers
And one night stands
In a glass of wine

I am sorry for every man
That wasn’t you
For every erection
I cradled in my lips

Please don’t regret the butterfly
we caught together
Tongued its wings
down each other throats
Mine still flutters
In the spaces organs don’t fill

I want to be every woman you ever wanted
Catch your winks like a snowflake on my tongue
Melt your desires on the inside of my cheek

Grow old with you
Alheimerz can’t come quick enough
I want to forget I ever possessed
Words that were capable
Of hanging you upside down
On some Alphabetic cross
That I wore lipstick that held the ability
To crucify you every time they stained
Another man’s collar

I’ve killed you
Resurrected your faith in me
And did it again

If you could only forgive me
This time
Your death will not be in vain