Pressure

See,
not everyone
can
handle this
pressure,
like
a star
does when she’s
tired
of running,
or
a layer
of
a
comet that
simply
falls
without
gravity’s
tug.
See,
this pressure
just
feels right,
and
we’re
right in the middle,
mixing our
vibes
and channeling
these walls.
Let
this pressure
rise
like yeast,
but
in the meantime,
let’s
see
about these
layers,
filters,
smokescreens
and
just
get down
to these
sheets.

M.C. Davis

How We Met

See,
we met through
the
caress of the Universe,
smooth
like a
windless
day,
or a timeline
that
leaves
a
few measures
of rest
in
between the
chromatic notes.

We left
the
days
to linger loosely,
and
while
our moment shifted
to
love,
our skin tones
blended
like one
does
as the night’s
air
fights
for a place in line
from the daylight’s
stubbornness.

See,
we met through
the caress
of the Universe,
and
for once,
we get
to
become the Universe.
We get
to
lounge
around,
and like you,
we
get to become
that
beauty
that exists
within
the beauty.

M.C. Davis

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

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