Warm Embraces

Warm embraces,

"Tell me you love me," Warm, wet breath against my cheek as he repeats me,

answers to my commands,

Hands hanging off of my hips,

He runs his hands through my hair,

My afro has been ostracized, but he affirms my own thoughts of its beauty.

My daughter wears my skin,

Dark brown and glowing from the nature of nurture,

He treats us both like princesses rubbing my feet and then hers.

Normally I hate when another person looks or acts like me,

but she is the spitting image of me as she lets her head fall back in pleasure,

I admire that thing that I hate when she wears it.

It makes me feel complete that she wears it.

Shared drinks and lit cigarellos,

the smoke intermingles between him and me after we put her to bed.

I'm almost unused to the silence in the air that leaves nothing unsaid.

I don't think about the house I grew up in,

I don't even consider that he or she could emulate what I left in the past

and they make me feel secure in that.

"I love you mommy," She says with breath that warms my heart,

"I love you mami," He says, his body heat warming my from behind as we cuddle.

I feel good here.

Even the tiring moments are exceptional and acceptable.

This is what home is and what it means to me.