Home.

Wear my poetry.
On your skin.
Recite parts of me.
On your stretch marks.
Carry my sensuality.
On your tongue.

Speak.

Only about us.

Of my Ubuntu lips.

Sun kissing.

Hot.

Seductive breathing.

Breathe in.

Our moments.

In every line.

Surprise me …

Tell your father you aren’t his.
Anymore.
Pack your belongings.
Recite me.
In every crevice.
Unwrap time.
As you fold.
Bags.
Heavy.
Like my body.
Unpacking sweat.
On yours.

Drown in me.

In every rhyme.

Wait for me.
On Beale Street.
Trace your ears.
One last time.
Whispers.
From me.
Sweeter.
Than honeymoons.
Tell your mother.
I am coming.

To take you home.