she love me the same

she is my version
of perfection
slender fingers
wrapped in
wide knuckles
wild locs stacked
high and loose
hips that dip
east and west
she
the loveliest lovely

i smile
even when she makes me cry
through all of the winds
that have come and gone
my ache remains steadfast

she is my
perfection
no ten
nor heiress
sharp tongued
sassy snap
sized in eighteen
for eternity
i wish
and wish
and wish
she love me the same

she is my perfect

Reviews

[Dimples87]

The simplicity of this piece speaks volumes. I also love the way your language belongs to you and lends itself to the piece, making it genuine. Great poem.