Call Me

Don’t call me Queen…
because I know every time you put this arch in my back
you can see where feathers were once hand stitched into the thoracic curvature of my backbone,
so call me your archangel.
Your rough hands trace over their silhouettes.
I know,
you don’t have to tell me.
The shadow the span of my wings casted still lingers lucidly over my shoulders.
Draped and heavy,
like robes of royalty,
maybe this why you have mistaken my name.
Bent back,
reach for the shattered pieces of the golden ring that once adorned this crown
but is now hidden in this mane.
Fragmented pieces cemented into fragile thoughts,
they are my best kept secrets.
You will see then.
Call me a universe on fire
Let your skin kiss the Sun in mine.
Taste the galaxies that burn through each one of these cells.
Concentrated incandescence,
sweltering planets.
We have been in orbit for some time now,
and my milky way has been waiting.
Lying dormant beneath this belt of Orion.
Sweat beads string together the constellations my skin forms for you.
Atmospheric tension,
we could fuck like lightning bolts.
and make love like shooting stars
Rod reaching up for Heavens unknown.
We can glide through the infinite together.
Call me an unfinished masterpiece and paint me.
Brush strokes blend colors together to form Romanesque arts.
Lips part to flood canvasses with fulfillment,
Purpose.
Purposely transcending the work of those who have come before.
We have both come before,
but never like this.
Kiss me…
but make no mistake,
we are so much more than this.
Hearts beat heavy
slow, but instinctual
like they’ve know this rhythm before.
Do not call me Queen,
it is too over used.
Wasted on those who have come before me.
So call me a forgotten memory,
and just before you love me,
remind yourself that I was never them.
I will not leave unless asked to.
This is a new beginning.
Call me your comfort zone.
Burry your burdens in these hips and I will help you carry life.
Swollen with potential
Trace your insecurities into the softness of my skin and watch it reflect back everything beautiful about you.
Call me life’s elixir and drink strength from the oasis hidden in the dip of my back.
Just call me Shay,
better yet Shea butter
let me heal you.
I need you to realize everything harbored within in the threads of my being
are gifts greater than anything else I could give.
Though small in stature,
coiled around my spinal cord are the blueprints to worlds that God forgot build.
Lost languages are immersed into my nail beds
so when I can’t find any known words to describe to you how I’m feeling
I drag my nails across your back and hope you can understand my translation.
call me...
everything they never realized I was.