To my best friend

i'm her boosauce
she's my "crack"-babe
together we're unstoppable
Bonnie & Clyde
she's my ride or die
w/o her i'm lifeless
like a fish out of water
funny but sad
how or why we're friends
is a mystery to us both
we're each others addiction
& w/o my daily fix
i'm like a suboxone patient
barely able to function
& having violent episodes
i break her off a piece of
the ba-nan-nan
when i can
& she literally kills me
with her words
she's my home skillet dog biscuit
mi vida
my spanglish speaking amiga
my lovebug aka she wishes she was dark
like Wesley snipes.

haha... luv ya pumpkin butt

Crawl Space

closed out from the world
trapped behind this door
no sign of light
no birds chirp
no childhood memories
to play on rewind
no friends to talk to
walking among the invisible
dark, cold & damp
my life is a crawl space
no way in & no way out

colors of skin

white, beige, brown
yellow
just another category
to separate the
human race
society has its loop holes
and yet we fall thru
every last one of them
gay, straight, transgender,
bi
can we just be defined
by what we are first
and not our sub-categories
i am human
i see no color, orientation,
or handicap
and i refuse to live in a
society where if my skin
isn't golden brown like toast
nobody can see me
white, beige, brown, yellow
i am human and don't live
according to the colors of the skin

Time Lost

time flies by

as we stand alone
wondering where it went
& how to get it back
like a lemur who lost its
child& tries to steal another's
as people we seem to
always take time for granted
letting small details
tick away with seconds
just to lose more time
we kept stashed away
in our little goodie bags
as time flies by
we lose ourselves in each
second & minute

he's swam though
rivers of my emotions
climbed mountains of my wont's & cant's
& yet has remained by my side
crossed lakes & oceans of my hurt
to build a bridge to my most
vulnerable organ; my heart
just for him to cross
trying to mend wounds not yet
closed, that still bleed from
time to time
wanting to doctor my feelings
to prevent my heart
from crying anymore

Fading love

to hold on
& fight
seemed worth
all the pain
but lately
this fading love
seems to be chipping away
like corroded cement
our love is becoming
a sun-bleached picture,
a vague memory
of what was good
once upon a time

rico suave

he lurks in the darkness
of my mind
he lives in my every fantasy
knocks on every window
& door
begging to be let in
he knows the right things to say
to get his way
reminds me of those wild,
passionate nights
where my dreams carried
me with the wind
& dropped me in the lap
of this dark mysterious man
with good looks& moussed back hair
he's my Ricky Ricardo & i'm his Lucy
& whenever my thoughts don't
pay him a visit
i have some 'splanin to do
Rico Suave
the man my mind
always runs back to
when i've been hurt