Sunday’s

What I love most about him

More than his intelligence and his aura and his strength, his poise, his stance, his essence (art) form (ation) and his being..

What I love most about him, is the freedom that he incites in my nakedness.

Not just skin

Yes, skin and body

But not just skin

He emotes this feeling of freedom ..

In, around, on top of, underneath …Him

Even when inside of Me

Not invading inside of me, (it never feels like an invasion..) with my back would arched and my face contorted, I am naked and free.

Naked in my being

Naked…..

In my aura, my passion, my anxiety, my angst, my story, my (her)story, my journey, my wounds, my craft, my confusion, my energies…..

Naked

& free

&

Me!

Like no other in past lives or moments, or memories, or pain, or Love or (his)tories

He sees Me

Sees through Me

Sees into Me

Even in silence

Even in words unsaid

Even when we are facing opposite directions…..

He sees Me

He feels Me

He Loves Me

Freely…

Naked and Free

He Loves Me

And that is what I love most about Him!

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Benign!

It has been just over 48 hours since it was confirmed that I do not in fact have Breast Cancer!

It has been just over 4 weeks since the possibility of me having Breast Cancer became real!

It has been just over 4 weeks of revisiting a place of anxiety that I was sure that I would never visit again!

Yet is has been just over 4 weeks of making decisions in a place of peace!

It has been just over 4 weeks of revisiting a place of loneliness that I was sure that I would never visit again!

It has been just under 10 months since my cousin died of Breast Cancer. She was just 48!

It has been just under 10 months since I discovered that we were so very similar and that we actually were and did a lot of things the same!

It has been just under 4 years since My Mary died of cancer!

It has been just under 4 years; since my life changed in a way that I would never be the same!

I did not know how to pen these words

I did not know how to express these emotions.

I did however know that I had to, there is a

message amongst all of his chaos that again I have been chosen to relay!

It has been just over 48 hours since it was confirmed that I do not in fact have Breast Cancer!

I have been given the all clear, yet I know that I will never again feel or be the same!

I have unfortunately experienced many person altering and life changing things.

This was not actually the worst, but it has been the most teaching!

When faced with the possibility of life cut short, of quality of life significantly impaired, all you want to do is live!

I have been given the all clear, yet I know that I will never again feel or be the same!

Many of my relationships will never be the same. Some will not survive! I will not explain, but if ever there was a time to make time, it would have been within the last just over 28 days!

I have been given the all clear, yet I know that I will never again feel or be the same!

Time is precious, neither to be taken for granted, nor thrown away!

People are precious, neither to be taken for granted, under loved – They may just be taken away!

© KLove 21/02/18
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Cubic Zirconia

Cubic Zirconia

Pretty isn’t he?

No beautiful

Beautiful isn’t he?

There is a richenes in his thick skin

His definition appears sculptured

Beautiful isn’t he?

Is he?

Which eye are you assessing him with?

Is he beautiful?

Or his beauty only Outwardly?

Is his beauty deeper than the depth of his skin?

When I look at him

Now that I can see him

When I look at him eyes that are not shaped like hearts, goggles or needles!

When I look at him through eyes that see and are objective so that they do not feel….

There is nothing, there is no beautiful under his beautiful skin……

When I look at him

Now that I can see him

When I look at him eyes that are not shaped like hearts, goggles or needles!

When I look at him through eyes that see and are objective so that they do not feel….

I see a lie

I see a Lier….

He is a lie- a lie that is beautiful (to the blind eye!) but a lie none the less…

He is a lie!- appeasing ascetic’s with brazen deception- Deceiving and blinding vicariously via camouflage of Beautiful Black Man!…:

He is a lie

Deceiving and blinding… dishonest In his appropriation of trust and time… dishonest in his appropriation of friendship and union… dishonest in his appropriation of black woman strength, self worth and value!

When I look at him

Now that I can see him

When I look at him eyes that are not shaped like hearts, goggles or needles!

When I look at him through eyes that see and are objective so that they do not feel….

There is nothing, there is no beautiful under his beautiful skin…..

He is a power conductor….

Using deception of beautiful black man to enable ease of entry through needle eyes!!!….

He is not real!…

Or Whole……

His Beauty is not authentic…..

He is a master of disguise!

A Recidivist…..

Skilled in the dishonest appropriation of Love from you me and she!- (The worst kind of thief!)

Too coward to face the demons created in his image!

Selfishly tying you and she (not me) by way of false love penetrated so deep that soul’s and spirits are stained …….traumatised…. so severely that they hold it and his secret within……

Pretty isn’t he?

No beautiful

Beautiful isn’t he?

There is a richenes in his thick skin

His definition appears sculptured

Beautiful isn’t he?

Is he?

Which eye are you assessing him with?

© KLove 21/02/18
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Chained

I have been at War with myself again

It is a A silent, painful and frightening War

I have retreated into myself

Scared to come out

Not wanting to come out

I have been mute

My tongue has been ripped out- Just after my heart!

There have been signs

There are always signs deep within the thickness of my silence

Only those that are interested in reading the signs are able to understand my silent language

No one has searched for me

So my silence has been my friend and confidant

I have been at War with myself again

It is a A silent, painful and frightening War

The ugly duckling is back

And it had been so long

So long since we had been together

That I had distanced myself from memories of her cruelty.

It had been so long

So long since we had been together

That I had thought that we were done

I had thought that we had made peace

I had thought that we had set each other 3Free!

That notion now seems fanciful and foolish

Apparently she is not and will never be done with me

I have been at War with myself again

It is a A silent, painful and frightening War

There are always signs deep within the thickness of my silence.

The only one that can hear them is Me!

© KLove 2018

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Bonnie & Clyde

Bonnie and Clyde

On the run

So that he isn’t him and she isn’t she!

So that they can be We!

So that they can be free!

On the run

From the past and the present

So that a future can be!

So that a future can be more than just words and hopes and possibly a foolish dream

On the run

Running away from difference and perception

From moments of fear and doubt, from logic and reason

So that all that there is, is the abundance of Love and acceptance that he brings!

On the run

From themselves and the reality of their forbidden and unexplainable,yet real Love

On the run

So that they can just Be!

She wants to run, now

Because the reality is always lurking

Because If they stay

Reality will never allow them to be!

They will have to run

They will have to run

So that they can be Free!

A King and his Isis!

On the run

So that he isn’t him and she is not she!

So that they can be We!

So that they can be free!

© KLove 2018

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Shining

He causes my water to ripple as I lead him into bliss!

Blissfully pulling him forwards

He his behind but is always facing his sun

The moon and the stars are in my eyes also!

He comes to me bare! Striped down to nothing. Naked and exposed!

He comes to me like this for my healing

He comes to me like this, naked and exposed in trust and warranted expectation of my ability to lead him into my now still water that reflects his light!

His light, the light that he seeks, radiates the parameters of my essence and shines in the direction of his sun!

He likes to hold my hand whilst he wades in my still water.

My palms hold stories untold and trace answers to the questions that unwise men could not read!

My hands dictate teachings, teachings and lessons that travel out and map across my naked skin.

These teachings compass his search for his light.

He holds onto them, my hands, in his earnest, he holds on to them as the silent words penetrate the noise within karmic conversation!

We are combined in our silence!

He is a King, forward led by a (K)ween!

Naked in her craft and her being, stories and teachings mapped out over her Majesty!

He will follow, He will wade in her waters!

She will lead him to his light and his Sun!

She will provide his Peace.

© KLove 2018

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Footprints on Black Hearts!

A Man

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A Man, not a boy in the shell of a Man, not a boy living in the existence of a Man, not a boy! A Man

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A Man, who is done with the Boy inside of his Man, A Man who is done with the games and the needs and the wants of a boy! A Man!

A Man who is focused on himself and his emotional and spiritual development, A Man who is evolving and elevating in his growth! He is A Man!

A Man who is able to admit that he does not have it all together all of the time, but is a work in progress, dedicated to his forward direction! I would Love this Man!

A Man

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A Man who is emotionally available! A Man who is expressive yet in control of emotion

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A Man who is mentally and physically able to be exclusively attached, yet strong enough to understand that attachment does not equate to possession! Only A Man will innerstand the necessary detachment in this here contradiction! Free spirits can not be caged. Love is an energy that functions best in Free!

A Man

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A Man who is aware of his worth, who walks in his power and his Gold so that he does not need notches or trophies or even naked attention to appease or to polish the ego of the boy inside!

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A Man

A Man who is empty of boyish lust, empty of secrets and lies and resentments that are attached to past trauma which enable and incite current feminine pain!

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A Man

A Man who is full of Love and pride in himself so that it overruns into this feminine heart!

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A Man

A Man who has time to give, yet not enough to waste Mine!

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A Man

A Man who is confident and capable in his capability to overcome all things because he is The Man! Strong in Principle and Mind!

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A Man whose skin feels like the past, present and the future, like karmic past lives and future unison against mine! Only his feeling, this Man’s feeling will be good enough to open me up!

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A Man

A Man is so much more than just a Man!

© KLove 2018

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