vagabondmaurice:

Let’s explode together

Less like awkward mating

And more like aligned suns

Stroked on star dusk canvas

Be my constellation

On the night time’s skyline

Let me trace you

You who juke-box rhythms

Tuned to Bachata figure eights

On tremoring bass and bongo drums

Rumble, my heart beat, to whispers

Of requinto guitar strings, strung

Silver spider thread, weave our fingertips

And interlock us in this moment

Happening at the speed of now

You whose brown sugar, honey hued

Silk skin hands blend perfect against milk-chocolate

Flavored complexion: let us dance

Like Dia De los Muertos ghosts to our memory

Let us dance, to keep those memories alive

I apologize

For speaking in terms of Infinity

Because Forever, is too short

Because I could never, find the right words

But my tongue, searched through galaxies of dictionaries

Like a Chef, rolling flavors around taste buds

To find the missing ingredient

I’m still searching for our missing ingredient

And an excuse to roll my ‘r’s

Don’t continue to dance with me from afar,

Dance with me under the stars suffocating the night’s canvas

Like hands noosed around necks to relinquish breaths

You left me breathless, under the hum of each four-step

Let’s rendezvous on subtle hips curved like bongo drums

Bebopping on a four-four Merengue time signature

Sign your smile in cursive on me

Don’t let the inkblot settle, let it blossom

Bloom into gardens of Lilac, I can’t keep my breath in tact

In the presence of your sun that reflects from my moon

You lit me like a match whenever your smile illuminated

Our moment, illustrated on the portrait of dim lights

And dance floors, close cuddled kids who creep

Beneath the soundtrack of slow jams spun

On the palms of Disc-Jockeys jocking the record:

This poem is a vinyl record

To the goose bumps

That whisper to your image

Memorized to the melody of my memory

You don’t give love in order to get love

You give love in order to become love

And you make me feel

Like I was born

Just to fall in love

With you

Honey Brown

Written by: Maurice Meaway

Aka: Vagabond Maurice

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i know now that this poem is dedicated to me. i’ve never felt so special in my entire life, maurice. with all my heart, thank you, <3.