Same Page

I’ve heard countless stories

of loves that ended in poo, with boohoos.

Nearly jaded, having

my heart rent in deuce.

Surprised by a miracle.

I met you.

Now, I’m sharing poems and

more than a few.

Never have I ever,

with a woman,

been in the same book let alone on

the same page, stanza, letter, and note.

No, no , no, not like I am with you.

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Differing beliefs compared.

Former vowelers, we’re quite the pair.

We couldn’t have planed it

and I wouldn’t change this ‘sitch,’

give or take a few traumas

from my babies’ mamma’s drama!

My wounds, they’ve healed.

Their scares remind and offer a shield

to the “shit,” I no longer tolerate.

Que the quote.

“It’ll say this on my headstone. ‘I don’t need this shit.’”

-Uncle Steve in a C.P.S. Pent House on a drunk as a skunk “listen up” rant.-

Baby girl, our squabbles don’t wedge.

They’ve tended only to hedge.

Twos years in I still grip my pen

Turning phrases, I hold, to one day say to my kin.

To my kin while we’re before our kin.

Blessings been granted which makes me so glad!

Oh no! A gust of wind!

Fanned pages got me flustered!

Dogged ear the page, it’s no sin!?

Don’t panic enough love’s been mustered.

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I PTL for my boo.

Disruptions can come.

Commitments have been made.

The future I seek flows before me

like a rare headwater,

cold and clear.

Clean and fresh.

Potable?

Oh very much so.

Oh,Yes!

For Papi

From Mami