Every morning for the past 5 years I wake up, I roll over and see he is still there.
Beside me or behind me; It’s a blessing because after every fight, argument, or disagreement, AS A BLACK WOMAN I wonder if he still cares?
He didn’t leave and if he did, he still came back home.
That matters because at least I know through all of the things we have endured and conquered as individuals and together HE WILL NOT leave me all alone.
Every morning before I stand tall and face the day, I take just a few moments to watch him sleep…. the peace and the calmness his aura and his LOVE IS SO SERENE.
Of course I touch him and caress him I adore and welcome him, his warm embrace.
He doesn’t realize or know that his power combined with mine….Is more powerful than we are able to define
The energy that lies between those sheets, between the two of us, has created worlds beyond belief.
That little moment is all I need and desire to conquer each challenge I face, it’s what is necessary to guide me back to our collective space…. the space we give each other
LOVE, HAPPINESS, PATIENCE, SUPPORT, AND LIFE…..
I LOVE YOU … BLACK MAN, MY BLACK KING, MY MELANATED GOD