This is something I wrote in the middle of a considerable fixation I was having about Nikki Giovanni. I think there was more to it, at one point in time, but...anyway... I've been lying here looking at my feeble body in the mirror noticing the dirt under my fingernails, the visibility of my ribs, rising above my sunken stomach- In short, I am dealing with some of my imperfections, at this particular moment. Yes, I am imperfect- but I love you Not that I would like to have you in my bed, although I have imagined us taking our clothes off for the revolution that you spoke of so eloquently before I was born. (Besides, I'm a white man, which means that you will take my sentiments with a dose of your own ingrained precaution regardless). I love you in the same way that we both love this craft which has saved us on so many nights alone.
ugh!! You are getting so deep, for me right now, but at the same time, in a weird way --I am really, kinda liking it.
