Deeper Than Love Itself

You told me once

You wanted to read

My poetry, so this is for

You.

Your my everything,

The pieces of my shattered

Existence.

You took my skin

And basked me in your

Love.

Placed kisses on the places

Of my skin that have been ripped

Between the pages of being

Lost.

Exposing me too hip-hop,

that I already knew N.W.A,

2Pac and my Latin

Roots kissed on your skin

The way you love the

Spanish that rolls off my

Gold crosses

Holding me in your arms

Like the trunks of your memories,

My mother looks at you like son.

I understand your pain 8 years

Without mom, I wanna erase

The wounds that the devil

Has cooked into you.

My father doesn't like you

For your skin but I love

Every piece of you like yin-yang.

I wonder if God exists

Because I have blood

In my body with your

Words cursed on too me

Like I love yous written

In the gold and white prom

Balloons

You've taken the pins

From my ribs, satisfied

My skin with blankets

That caressed the scars

On my back from wooden

Cabinets.

Kissed bruised purple

Knuckles, that hold

On too your jacket,

But have hit walls like

Dynamic poetic words.

Yet, this poem ain't bout

Me but you and why I love

You has become blessing.

Why it took 7 years like

Me believing in God

And tasting the holy ghost

On my rippled tongue.

Drowning myself

In godless music

Becoming jewelry boxes

Made for peasants.

For only feelings

to show is unknown

to me but your still

my best-friend.

I love your humor,

The way your family

Comes first, or the way

You worry about another

Who sees my skin

Even if it's my shoulder.

The way my hips dance

With suavemente you agreeing

With my attitude and my

Silliness you love

Like fist of red roses.

I love your smile,

the silly grin you show

to me, and your brown

eyes that put me

in trace.

You've shown me

different sides of you

that I love and annoy

me but remind me

why I fell for you.

Like you tell me

your my world,

my everything

from ivory stars

to the dirt beneath

us.

I'm incisive, invisible

Dancing with the walls

of my room

As your fingers trace

My corset, untwine

Me in heart made of gospels

You tell me your

in love with me

and I'm in love

with you.

I don't care about the color

Of your skin, your body

Or what hides beneath it

Because loving

You is more deep than what

I'm seeing.

At the end of the day I

Know you love me more

Than the rain And the waves

Can prove.

I'm lilac and your blue

I'm the moon and your the stars

I'll be here in Chicago

You in Georgia

But my heart will belong

To you.

So I'll hold on to the key

Untrusting myself to you

I love you

Because my poem

Is made for you.