Poem: Tummy Turns

We have a disconnect.
I don't like it.
I like when I'm with you.
I like when I'm near you.
I love when I'm under you.
I hate the distance.

Whether by a few miles or across the country,
I hate the disconnect.
I love the conversations.
I love my wild expectations.
I love your unique persuasion.
I hate the silence.

We have unspoken promises,
of what we want with one another.
With how we treat each other.
Do we dare call us lovers?
I hate the unknown.

Whether by a yes or a no.
I hate the guessing game.
Especially with another wordsmith.
It leaves no room for self-righteousness.
Because we call each other out on the bull shit.
I hate that you're not mine.

We have a rule in line.
At least, I think it's set in time.
As in, we will see what transpires of this.
Just, for now, I'll put it on my wish list.'
I ache for you.
I hate not having you.

By: Ebony Williams

Poem: The Light of Darkness

The natural highlight.
The elimination of my skin.
The light and essence that it omits.
The shimmer in the way that it hits.

The sun, it's beautiful.
Harmful.
Sensual.
Scary.
Soothing.
Ghastly.

Divided are my feelings towards the light
that's meant to shine nothing but
brightness in my life.
But even the light brings darkness.

As we hide from her glorious rays.
Dive into known ways.
Of darkness or
is it comfort?
Or is it so familiar that the darkness is the comfort?

Our comfort of peace.
Not of the mind but
of the heart and in time it circulates the universe.

She comes back around so strong and sound this time.
She doesn't hide because she is light
We hide because her light is bright and we have no idea how to handle it.
so we hide.
Into the darkness.

Pack our thoughts and enter the cave.
Put on the cloak of emotionless waves.
Strapped on the boots worn by slaves.
Head held down, we are not brave.

Instead, we're weak.

What is it with the light and darkness?
The light of darkness?
There is always light in darkness
we just have to be brave enough to find it.

By: Ebony Williams