Please enjoy this “fearlessly authentic” piece written by one of my dear sisters, Michelle.
I have learned not to tell him my frustrations with loneliness
I am learning to keep singed pieces of my heart unheard
I am learning to miss him while letting parts of me leave
My pain is not due to him not being here, being present
My pain intensifies in waves of want…of what has not happened
What if I am not able to love him—here; In this space?
What if I am not able to love him in these orchestrated phases of time
Brown skin to Brown Skin, lips curving to meet,
Tongues enveloping touch, taste, texture and sound….
There is no meeting of the minds —He has yet to hear my heart
I’ve longed for the moments he is totally mine and
Yet yearn for the time our hearts will meet….
Written by: A. Michelle Tillman