Better Half

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Skin mocha dipped in caramel

I think I’ll call you syrup

or maybe agave

The way you drip with sweetness

The way your heart softens at the sight of my vulnerability

You satisfy all my cravings

Locs falling gracefully down your back they flow like the Nile

You must have been a pharaoh in a past life

Seated to the right of gods

Can I call you divinity

Even the angels know you by name

Called you by name

Keep me centered like the middle of intersections in Atlanta traffic

Give me butterflies and make my heart melt in a puddle of affirmations

Hold space for me and acknowledge that I’m out of this world

Even out of orbit you keep me aligned

Damn, you’re so fine