Space

Vivaldi
took a few
notes and syllables,
scrambled them
into
a few more
notes;
paragraphs
structured
to dictate
your movement,
and
now we
get to fill
our
bellies
full.

See,
rhythm
just paved
the
way for our
love
to find
each other.
This
poet’s
only request
is
to
not let
this
simply
stop
with
Vivaldi
and
his
chromatic
prose.

M.C. Davis

In The Event

In the
event
that we
crash,
let’s
find
a place
in
the middle
where
we can
let
the leaves
dance
in between
our toes,
or
the waves,
let them
glimmer
into
the crevices
of
our existence,
like
the Gods
do
when the
day
is over and
done
with.

In
the event
that
we
crash,
let’s
get
as close together
to
avoid
my
hands slipping
from
yours,
or our
smells
losing
their way
to
our love.

M.C. Davis

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

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