By Ashanta Williams, Virginia State University
Don’t make me speak because I will filter my feelings out the words
Feel my palm
Dissect the future we prophesied and sort the lies from truths
Read my lips
Just in case I try to pour myself out to you because those words have no sound
Hold my hand
I might try to pull away but yank me back to remind me you are still there
Hug me tight
Wrap both hands around because I never could link home to love
Kiss me slowly
So, I know that u aren’t quick to leave and catch someone else’s breath
Look me in my eye
I want to read your soul so mine can touch yours to forever be connected
Listen to my heart
It beats the love I have for you and is the rawest form of me