I watch your eye lashes
when you sleep, jealous
of how far they extend,
curling like decorative
wrought iron gates. What
do you dream when you
lay your head on my
breasts?—Rising and
falling with the rhythm
of our synchronized
breathing. Your lashes
flutter with every exhale,
and I imagine it is me
you see behind your
eyelids. I remember you
once threatened to cut
them, and I met you with
glue over my eyes, that
I could see what you see,
dream what you dream. I
caress your short curls
behind your ear. Cast
your burdens on me, dear
love. The world cares not
about us, our desires
and hopes, but together,
ascension is possible. So
dream on, and let me blow
on your lashes and watch
them shiver in the night.

—Nortina

Written for Black Poetry Writing Month, 2017— a fortnight of “black” love poetry. Join the challenge and share your love poems today!