The lovemaking couch

The lovemaking couch was in the center of your grandmother’s living room
In your grandmother’s living room, there was a sign that read slow down, think before you act
But we knew fast
and period was a word we used only when skipping biology class
We knew love, at midday every Monday
When the preacher’s Sunday verse was a blunt bullet no longer piercing through our craving chests
We knew what the word come tasted like before we sampled any free handouts from any experts
My sister said to never show skin to any craving perverts
It was our second date
on the carpet of your grandmother’s love stained carpet
My body was an unsecure safe waiting to be robbed by your dexterous hands
We were fifteen when my teeth got in the way
Everyone’s soul is an empty whole waiting for that miracle

Like Miracle, when you arrived unexpectedly
Your daddy said he now had the option of walking, Away

My thoughts were knifes I didn’t want to sharpen
You had a heartbeat
Like racing
Like your father, You knew nothing

He left on a Sunday
His presence , the only crippled dollar bill he gave to a Sunday collection plate
For an option
to live away from fornication
And every reminder of what he was before the preacher’s words pierced through his craving heart
I wanted the option
To not make love in an open room with an open door
I wanted the option
To navigate through life with a clean slate
But where I come from
You never leave your lover especially in a fire
You stare through their fear all nine months
You cut every piece of fear till you can swallow and pretend to understand the coming of a miracle you never prayed for
(tonight i found myself writing sad poems cause i had a terrible exam,for some reason i write more when i'm a little troubled)