Since your touch I can’t feel
Or stroke the beam of streetlight on your skin
My metaphors will have to fill
My presence next to you my Melanin Queen
I can’t be there to whisper this to you
But I’m glad life’s been somwhat kind to you
That you’re hugged by the winds the forests breathe
Perhaps your neck could use some of my teeth
I just had a wry smile thinking about it
But tonight, just wear this crochet that my words knit



