Sunday, July 21, 2013

kiss of change



when he met me
i wore red lips
and fingertips
my hair was as high as my esteem
my clothes
hugging me
a taste of my embrace
he met me,
my laugh loud
booming
with heart skips
and deep soul dips
and if there was anything
i didn't embody
he wanted to lend me
starting with my body

...so he reached for me
caressed my hand
and tickled my heart
laughed me into a tizzy
and won me clean
the more we made love
and saw each other naked
the more he wanted to cover me
he smudged my lip stain
i was too seductive
he took down my hair
"wear it like this"
the tips of my fingers and toes
he wanted bare
so i did...
my wardrobe loosened
lost color
...and life
yet, when the light left my eyes
he resented me
he was disgusted
and my power over him
turned off...
he tried to make sense
of why my kisses weren't the same
why my hold no longer held
why my face had no frame
and yet it was me who'd gone limp...

he changed me
to tame me
to keep me...he censored me
snuffed the fire inside
by masking the outside
...and he hated me for it

i should've fought the mold
bucked what i was told
instead...
i pacified to satisfy
i was the one who needed love the most
yet still dispensing it like liquid soap
even though,
the more i gave
the more unclean i felt

after him,
no other can change my colors
knock off my crown
or change my gear
from jeans to gowns
my laugh will echo
made of composed rhythms
i will be draped with self worth
and wrapped in dignity
with my all,
i will remain
heated with the passion
of red lips
and a spirit that's free
no one's love
is worth...changing me


© 2013 Kween Kiwi 

6 comments:

Humble BE said...

loved it, sis!

Thee_Kween said...

thank you daaaaaahling :)

Reggie said...

Is that what we do?!?

...still, it's a nice post Kween.

Thee_Kween said...

No, that's what HE did. lol You may not be like that. Are you?

Reggie said...

I do not believe so......though who knows what others might think.

In life, we make choices that we sometimes regret. We say things that can't be unsaid and we see things that can't be unseen.

Such is life.

Thee_Kween said...

Very true, I guess the best we can do is do the best we know how. :)

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