Fear of loss whispers beneath the pulse of love
I guess.
But what of valuing her sacrifice?
What of taking that cling for devotion instead of weakness?
What of seeing the stupid shit you do as shit you just shouldn’t do without having to be put in check over it.
Beautiful black man,
You want the best for her independence
You want to be unsure that your mistakes will be forgiven
This fire is fifty percent of what will keep you honest (love is the other half)
Though good for her personal growth
One has to wonder at the thoughts that go through a woman’s mind once she knows her husband is not
Afraid enough of losing her.
Well first she looks at her options…an abundance
Then her appearance… Well over adequate
Her age… appropriate for doing just exactly what the fuck she wants
She chose a ring over all this because it symbolized an eternal fear for fear of loss
But apparently that is not enough
It’s not enough
You’ve not seen her temptation
Her resistance
Witnessed her brazen need unraveling by the rind
Revealing white hot possibilities of what she could be doing
Should be doing at 25…she gave up 25 for you
And virginity, and one night stands, and passion, and experimentation, and a lover, and a lover…and another lover.
Though you love her, and it’s working at the moment
That other half moon, half feeling you have
That is fearless as a wolf
Not afraid of her walking away…
I wouldn’t be too sure about that
Your comfort will kill you
I would observe a little closer
Don’t be too overly secure
That shit works both ways you know.
What do you think?