Describing Black To A Blind Person

Black is mysterious. She attends work every day in a scandalously fitting dress, the hem dangerously high above the knee. Her shoulders are back and her head is held high. Her hair feels gelled in a slick back in a ponytail, gripped by the tightest hair elastic. Continue reading

Museum of Memories

Do you remember that time we went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?

You trailed me through the Greek statues as I gawked at my “ancestors.”

Making poses next to Artemis and Apollo, as if we were Gods ourselves.

We thought  we were… didn’t we?

That we had it all. Continue reading

High Heat.

I requested a warm affection

But received a hot addiction.

I wanted soul in his step

But witnessed stepping into his soul.

I asked for his hand

But arrested his heart.

And like a perfect rose set aflame

Burnt are the passions in love’s bitter game.