Long chocolate

Truly, long chocolate weeps bittersweet.

tears lapped from crevices I wish id kissed

seemed sugary at first sip, perched, precarious on one lip. When once one

dropped from those great heights,

from this soft ungrazed brim smiling so saucily,

I happened to catch it, though its gravity

compressed my breath

as if I respired under atmospheres.

The depth of oceans splashed in a single palm.

Wet wrinkles received each droplet in Morse code,

and a piece of your soul osmosed into me.

And it spoke, laughing loudly through sobs

fought and choked back, and I nodded,

thought a joke back at that silly white girl's expense,

just to lower your defenses a bit, lessen tension a bit,

if just to lend you a bit of my strength

when it seemed you might need it.

But then beneath the relief I sough to share,

became revealed a piece of me I hadn't seen yet

that that soul-piece in me perceived easily.

Meanwhile, my consciousness was seeing

how best to navigate the spaces we inhabited,

how to maintain a balance of sanity while faculty

demanded intellectual accuracy while verbally

slappin my hat backwards. Then add to that the

inevitable attraction to your capacity to

overthrow my comfortability with a few words,

a smirk, and contagious giggling, which morphed

into snickering at my inability to quit skipping words

and stuttering, or muttering or succumbing to

your invitation to change our relationship.

And what this tongue wouldn't give for a dip

into that place I saw cherries once play,

how it longed to lunge where hips met

and to trace the way each earlobe tasted;

but most to make the words to recreate

the weight of the tears that permeated me,

to make them capable of conveying a message

to your salting ducts: its the bitter that makes the glad

and sad so sweetly separated.