This morning when the alarm rang
I was a warm mahogany cocoon that enveloped you
A slumbering medley of brown arms and legs wrapped around you
As my rhythmic breathing lightly caressed your neck
You paused to make the moment last
Tenderly running your hand across my heavenly form
As your lips lightly kissed the top of my crown
You savored the
Heart belonging to you
Ears that heard you
Mouth that spoke words which calmed you
Body designed to complete you
But the time came and you had to leave me
There was a day awaiting you
Afflicted by the color of your skin, you labored through it
Burdened with the weight of
Distress, anxiety, disillusionment, inequity,
Offense, discouragement and frustration
You arrived at it’s conclusion
And that evening came back to me
Weary and depleted
Soothingly I embraced you
Both of us realizing
The afflicting alarm will inevitably ring again tomorrow

If reaching out to you
Is losing me
It can’t be we
If sharing with you
Is stealing from me

It can’t be we
If standing by you
Is concealing me

It can’t be we
If understanding you
Is confusing me

It can’t be we
If sustaining you
Is hindering me

It can’t be we
If living for you
Is compromising me

It can’t be we
Because loving you
Means killing me