Midnight Power Tripping

It’s how I hold your attention with my eyes for me.

I know my irises got you in a trance.

4 a.m.—you stare into my soul, hands seek my warmth,

fingers fold into hooks—come reel me in.

It’s our universe—watch you spin me off axis.

The deepest hues of brown melt into me, leave me in a daze:

hickory and syrup.

I won’t drop this connection if you don’t.

Said he’s Haitian, speaking that Creole.

A Zoe, he get to that lajan—money.

Call me at midnight, break of dawn,

record player spinning D’Angelo,

lights dimmed, setting the tone.

All you have to do is whisper in my ear—and I’m gone.

Hands reading my body in the dark like Braille,

said you’re fluent in my love language.

I can tell, because baby, you speak it so well.

There’s no shortcuts with you,

willing to go the extra mile if it means you get to see me lose all control.

Unruly—and I can’t bother to cover up how you make me feel,

how you make my currents rise and still.

I arch my back just to show you how low my valleys go,

as smooth as your words when they drip off brown sugar lips.

Color me in all shades of aquamarine.

Flood your sheets till I hear you say my name.

©️Hajithepoet

Welcome & stay awhile. 💗