I can’t make this up Whatever we are It’s ancient It’s a prayer A miracle That I even in my clarity Would not have mentioned Last night you held me inside of you Last night I was closer to you than any other thing in this earth We laid and slept like soundless angels Moving to the rhythm of the sheets folding in and around our bodies When I last turned into your chest your fingers resting in my hair Fingering my braids until my eyes were heavy from your caress You kissed the lobe of my ear and whispered softly that you love me It wasn’t the words more so than gesture You wanted me to know Only me Even in a room that only held us two You took the time to make sure I was listening.
Privacy, Zoha Harpe 2016. (Not my photo) #art #poet #poem #poetic #poetry #poetsofig #poetryaddict #poetsocietyofinstagram #poetsofcolor #poetryforthesoul #blackwomanartist #howtolove #poemoftheday #blacklove #blacklivesmatter #blacklovematters #relationships #communicationlove #conversations #conversationsoftheheart #privacy
