What We Need

 

What
we need,
are
the love
things
that
fill in the crevices,
and
flow
from one
river
to
another without
permission.

What
we need are
the
pieces
the puzzle
that don’t fit,
but
need to be
there,
or
the sun’s
need to shine
when
a bit
of
darkness
will
do.

What we
need
are the words
to
be shorter,
but
carry
us beyond the stretch,
and
a life
together
where
we only get to
find
more
reasons
to
love
each other.

M.C. Davis

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Brother

Brother,
you’ve just stepped
up,
like mountains
do
when it’s their
time
to challenge
the wisdom
of
the Gods.
You’ve extended
these
boundaries,
and
let walls
fall into
pieces
into pieces,
like seasons
do
before they
fist bump
each other’s
temperature
settings.

Remember
the time
we
jumped
too
high and
saw the colors beneath
us
for
the first time?
See,
brother,
you
are
beyond here,
so
let
your hair down,
and
loosen
up
the straps.
It’s your
time
to
fall
back into
place.

M.C. Davis

Raw

 

Let’s
be raw,
cool to the touch,
and
without
the filters
that
demur the
day,
and
recess the night.
Let’s
be raw like nature,
full of the stuff
of
stars,
and we’ll
get
to
forget
about the character
of
the wind,
or
the fact that
we’re
both
late for work
messing around
in
these sheets.
Let’s
be raw,
and beat each other’s
drum,
like
the African
folk
do on a ritual
day;
so,
in our rawness,
we
are
skin to
skin,
and
our kiss
becomes that
much
more
like
when we
first
woke up
together.

M.C. Davis

Like When You Spoke To Me

Remember
the
time you
spoke to me,
whispering
in
between half
notes,
like
chromatic
steps leading our
hearts
to
the symphony
inside
of
our youthful
desires.
Or, remember
the time
we danced like
7th graders,
falling into our loose
bodies,
and without
the
cares of
adulthood,
as
we simply
allow ourselves
to fall
in between
the
crevices
of
our youth.
See,
when you spoke
to me,
we
danced without
music,
and we
let
the world around
us
downshift into
the its
lowest gear.
When
you spoke to
me,
we
let ourselves
be
just
who we
were meant
to be.

M.C. Davis

Love’s A Game

Love’s
a game,
where
you get to
win,
like classic checkers
or
the time
you
forced your Queen
into
my
King’s
black square
box.
Or,
the time
you
let
me win,
and
gave way to my
smile
and gaze
without
effort.
Love’s
a
game,
and I’m
here
to
lose often,
even
if it means
you
get to dream
closer
to
me,
or
I get to wedge
myself
in
between
your legs
just
a few
more times.

M. C. Davis

Like The Time

Remember
the time
we
lounged
around
like Serengeti
cats,
scratching
at
our past lives,
and
chasing
down
a
few lunch
dates?
Remember
the
moment
we first
danced
without
moving,
as
we let the night
just
collapse,
and a
fall
around us like
loose
sheets?
I remember
the
time I
saw
poetry on
your skin,
and
had
every opportunity
to
explore
every
syllable.

M.C. Davis

Here

Here
I am,
just cutting
and
pasting my
way
through
your narrow channels,
filling
in
like loose
dirt
and rubble
too
wide
to
fit otherwise.

I’m
here,
and falling
into
what
we call love,
and
letting go
of the things
that
give
us too much
weight,
like
a mountain
does
after
a long
rainy season.

Look,
we’re here,
and
full
of the things
of youth,
so
before you step
too
far from me,
let’s
first figure
out
how to get you
out
of
these loose
clothes.

M.C. Davis