She can’t be real;
The demon inside cries, despite how I defy
Such vast appeal
I deny, selfishly I self-crucify
But how to conceal?
My soul’s tapped, trapped where chaos lies
…are our fates sealed?
Dunno. But I know, faith grows and multiplies
I play back her flows like a reel
Revealing the real
The proof is crystal clear
Put that on my life
Play it forward
On my knees, I tithe
I pine, inside
A thousand breaths I hide
Held for ransom, painful phantoms reside
(Until down south I glide, and finally I sigh
Between her thighs, staring into hazel eyes
Spent, by her side, then I relax, that’s facts)
Zapped, taken aback,
He’s got me talking to God,
Confessing sins unforetold
of how heavily involved, my
Hearts evolved, when his light bulb
mind, dissolves;
holds my soul in his hands of gold..
I swear, I’m sold
As, it contracts
Then relapse, in the acts, of loves traps
So surreal
The appeal to conceal what I want revealed
Sets me back in a septic tank,
Repeals my inner ordeal
While I bash against the seal
Is he fated, to operate it
Pull me out of the sceptical spiels
That these voices wield?
I’m lost in a purgatorial field
(Until I drop the shield, engorge on a happy-meal
Home delivered, laughter revelled
A love forged in steel?
All I know for real,
Is his heart’s worth the steal)
I yield, keeled over
She’s got me talking to God
Relapsing on religion, driven
But this time around, it’s different
I’m not doing it as a Christian
Is she a Goddess? The facts given
Confessin’
A light in the darkness that I didn’t expect
The best thing to happen, the last I’d regret
The thing I can’t go without, It’s her I admire
How blessed that it even came to transpire
Every time we talk, I feel us spiraling higher
For her heart of hearts (the mind)
I’m in grave need, sinfully, I confess
Now my heart and my mind (which aren’t mine)
They gape and bleed, within, duress
She is so beautiful to me
So cool, creative and complex
All I see is her brilliance
Even in a “mediocre mess”
I’m compelled and enamored
Around her, my wit’s barely gathered
She makes my whole world quiver
When she barely flexes, mentally
Got me questioning everything, faithfully…
Like was she sent to me?
Was this meant to be?
Is this love’s pedigree?
All I know is they might as well come arrest me
I’m not heavenly, and there’s no rest for me,
Thinking of her, like I’m out committing a felony
Simply by admitting, free, she’s my cup of tea
Thought it was stormy before? But now I see
It’s rough water, far more than knee-deep,
It’s choppy seas, hardcore, her harbor
Impossible feat to harpoon her heart or
Skuttle along her shores
I invest in trenches and jets, like a threat
Unchecked, I patrol the borders of her complex
In jest, not to invade but protect
I confess, I’m perplexed
The deeper the bond the steeper the vex
Turnin’ me into a creeper on deck
(Crawling on my hands and knees, morning, night and eve, coppin pleas
Ragged breaths in my chest, hopeful, but overwhelmed with this test
Obsessed because she’s the one, all day long rereading our last texts
Wondering what’s wrong with me but realize I’m just missing her to death)
I intercept a woven web
an entanglement, of dreams
Heaven sent, in hells lair
Invading nightmares,
To ignite prayers
to the powers that be
In a leap, faithfully
Sacrifice me,
Thorns around my arms and feet
While his love soothes the bleed
Surrendering willingly
Because for the life of me…
I don’t want to break free
Thorns tied in wrist binds
As his lines, like vines…
Embed the neck,
Like Jesus on a cross, except
My crown a choker, and
Nailed by foundations we erect
Build the make-up layers…
and lay-’er up after sex…
This is has to be a hex, some sort of special effect
Wizardry adept, wands swinging right and left
Swept up off of feet, broom ridden oversee’ to the bed
As we tip toe, tango, across the inter-sect
Linked, sinking, in the depth, waves of wonder wept
In rains of thunder, wading under, over and back again.
Damned…
Swallowed
Sinking in sand…
Slinking the land
Like some kind of fan
Of firey pens…
Watch them ignite, ink-credible plights
Obsidian, Sapphire and Ruby rare
Painting pre-made plans
As they tango, these letter threads
A magical malestrom, male strong threat
As my heart is summoned from my chest…
mixing energies, to be put back in-vest
Only I’m not bulletproof, I’m bulletined instead …
Head-lining an infection, that spreads…
All through your stomach, makes hearts, beat unprepared
(Pulsing, quickening, hard and fast, until… it defects…a murmur, that can only be remedied by finally touching hands)
View the original Tithing Tied poem on AllPoetry.com.
