to the woman who i will never know:
you make me leak a ruby trail down towards the center of my heart. clothed in robes of silk and crimson; agate jewels shimmering lustrously through the void of heartbreak.
umber skin that mimicked fools gold and red corkscrew curls that spun and spindled like a blood river / you smother me with jasmine, honey and thick spices— you invade my dreams with thoughts of cinnamon kisses
you are nefertiti: a canting, eye rolling, gaze dissecting blade kept untouched by a sheath of chastity / you are nefertiti: herbal pleasures and conga drums beating like leisure heartbeats, cocoa butter and spirits drowning in the shallow nile / a pulsing heartbeat against cold crimson lips.
and to nefertiti i am nothing but a common slave with rusted chains dragged along by bare blistered feet over the moon that cries lovers' tears
