Healer, 2/30
He asked me to heal him
To be his cure for his tension
Minus all that is stress
And may overwhelm
He asked me to be his healer
But I never thought he was broken
He asked me
to reactivate his touch
To bring back his feeling
Because A black man living
Is a black man numb but ripe for surviving
Desiring Fingerprints scraped to prevent identifying
Soul separated
Finally free
No need for codeswitching
He asked me to heal him
Reacquaint him with warmth and affection
Oxygenate his heart
To beat as one with mine
Reintroducing connection
Because a black man is always on his grind
It’s in his DNA to provide
No matter the cost to his mind
Or body throughout his lifetime
Fighting for each dollar
To build a long lasting legacy
Undeniable by time
Or white man blood feud line
He asked me
For intimacy
Something we both enjoyed
Something a microwave society is foreign of
Exploring every divet
Every dimple
Studying the landscapes
Enjoying our travel
Strangers to each other
We are no more
He asked me
For sensuality
The science of how we fit
In his arms I slip
Hands interlocked
clicked like puzzle pieces
In a dream
Hip to hip
We glide
I ride the power of his movement
Arm in arm
We grind
Machismo is not a problem here
Taking care of me is his career
Once the doors closed
And only nosy neighbors can hear
Inhibitions lost
Trust quells fear
He wants us
To feel real
Not forced but natural
No Tom foolery
But honesty
He asked me to heal him
To be his cure for his tension
Minus all that is stress
And may overwhelm
He asked me to be his healer
But I never thought he was broken
I hope in this mission
He can find beauty in my imperfections
I can live up to his expectations
Without walls I can bear no more perfect rejections
This healer needs mending too
~2.apr.15~
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