Grandpa Jo & Baby Ben
Polar opposites or perfect compliments?
Grandpa Jo and Baby Ben are inseparable, the very best of friends.
With Ben in his 'Huggies', Jo in his 'Depends', clearly they even agree on fashion.
A sacred unbounded kinship, more poetic than absurd,
Both missing teeth, partial to sleep & easily perturbed.
A reflection of just how humurously, life's beginning mirrors its looming end.
About the Creator
Queen Nubian
My word is my sword. In a world deprived of love; teeming with war, every utterance must serve purpose, & bend towards righteous accord.
Keep your feet on the ground & your thoughts at lofty heights.
Theres hin line between genius & insanity
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To Be Loved
Oh what a blessing to be loved..for it softens the heart, stirs the soul and puts the mind at ease. To reciprocate love genuinely is the most humble and selfless task the soul can achieve. I am basking in your love..feeling it ever-presently. The sweet graze of your lips on my forehead and cheek, the trace of your fingertips gliding from the peak of my spine to the soles of my feet. Your whispers linger in my ear like a gentle breeze; those sweet nothings you speak. Those compliments that render me speechless, affirming your appreciation for the bashful beauty that is me. Love is knowing what makes them unique, what makes them smile, what makes them weak. All those things I didn’t have to tell you, you found thrill in discovery. Your ferocious vigor is exciting; a man bursting with mystery and spontaneity! Of course my King, you are a descendant of royalty. To me your Blackness is supreme; divine and befitting of this, your Melanated Queen. Oh what a blessing it is to be loved, by You. To be loved by the One who loves Me for Me.
By Queen Nubian6 months ago in Poets
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Love the word play