Orbiting Love

Mother Nature by nature,

 She’s cruel to my existence, Every time I wake her up,

She’s been well rested by mister moons scent.

I’m tired of seeing her turn her back on me,

I begin to lose it, but I love to see her wake up next to me,

Her beauty is heaven sent.

She wakes up with no make-up, and I begin to blush.

To see her natural is to see no flaw at all.

We argue ever day about where she goes to creep off.

She begins to get so mad that her body starts to blow up.

Haiti wasn’t an accident; it was us fighting over trust,

And India I apologize for our 75 minute break up,

Mistaken to be earthquakes or volcanoes that have erupt.

It’s just her expressing her frustration on how I keep questioning us.

I forget how mistreated the people feel about her.

Man cutting her limbs off each time I see a tree fall.

A vicious cycle we have, but I don’t see an end to our love.

Even though mister moon steal quickies with her, and calls them solar eclipses.

It’s just him cock blocking me from kisses I should be getting.

A love triangle we have, it’s such an orbiting bliss,

Such love we wouldn’t have if gravitational forces didn’t exist.

Black Ice

Lungs burning from winter’s fresh air, I begin to step out,

Tip-toeing my way to my car, I fall and time stands still.

Tail spinning to the ground, 278 miles away I hear a pulse,

 Not faint but drumming, it bangs louder and louder,

My vessel is awaiting my call, she’s grown weary.

The land is treacherous by Lake Michigan,

 Day in and out, She aches of chalk and lesson plans,

She fears of the big bad wolf while sleeping at home,

Her soldier too far to touch, she grips the phone as if it were his hand,

Her heart syncs up with each ring of the dial tone,

Then for a soft pause, “Hello”

I finally hit the ground,

Bothered by worry she asks if I was ok.

I reply, “I’ll be fine mom”

I get back up, to live it again.