Image credits: I Can Make You Feel Good by Tyler Mitchell.
shapes of his arms
long, neck, look down, shoulder
and swagger. the sheathe of his sword
i look for you
in every long lean supple
Black man. body.
i can never see you again.
and this is a song of my longing
or the misplacement of my heartbreak onto you
(one of the two).
i remember being told of the paternal laws
imagine being trapped in Alabama
the other dude; but why, why
didn’t I say I was into you?
I was so into you. your power was LIVE
that of any God
I had never learned to worship.
I worshipped you! Your staff.
Your high proud head. Your shining shoulders.
I made you proud, or tried,
feared I couldn’t make you proud enough.
(Now here is where you morph into our baby).
I ended things between us because I could,
and the possibilities: I couldn’t.