Today, every day, we celebrate one love
Caramelized by raw attraction, fire that cannot
Be duplicated, recreated, labeled by strange spirits
Who know nothing of what we share
One love…is always…there
Not found in remote reflections of saintly martyrs
Made up, said, written down as dying for whatever
Small white cupid dolls and mass marketed
Greeting cards tell, marriage papers can’t bear
It’s always there
Where my baked brown skin
Lights up his day,
Captivates, seduces by night
Deep, dark intellect sheltered from sight
So what? You can’t control it?
Don’t mean it ain’t right
Look, see it, grab, reach it, we goin’ somewhere
One love…is always…there
Where kinks in my hair meet
Bulging bones in his back
Where I rest weary arms
His legs pick up the slack
Where blue blood in his veins
Whet the scent of my womb
Slippin’ in – he discovers ‘we’
Nurtures it to full bloom
