to the man at my door

If you only knew
I write every poem about you
About us.
Like your black skin
Tumbling onto my brown.

Don’t you notice how I swallow you up with my eyes
And how I love how your upper lip feels
In between my teeth
Or the strength
Trapped in between your clenched fist
Or beneath your silent gaze.

I’ve collected every inch of you.
Trapped them in a box which is my mind.
I refuse to share.
I am a box
Folding up inside of myself
Despite of myself.
I feel so small in your arms.

You are king.
I will be queen.
You just don’t it yet.
I don’t think you’ll know it.

Yet.

I am so afraid of sharing secrets.
Please keep mine forever.
Please keep me forever.

Tonight.
Always.
Come inside.
Stay here.