Monday, May 15, 2021
She reminded me to never hold back.
Life’s a releasing like that.
Withhold and you’ll regret—facts.
I once sent a letter via fax.
She responded via Twitter.
Her response read bitter.
Love’s out there but who dares?
Doves cry but who shares?
…the dripping tears off each wing?
I’m dreaded, negro haired—a flying king.
Rhyming at things to recoup flings.
I’m the ‘type’ to write my queen.
She’s my inspiring synergy.
Sax blows her tone.
Native and grown.
Call her my own.
I like her.
So, I write her.
-Love, Budd 🙂