! My Soul Protected! Poem by kenya black

There he is.
His pitch black eyes
Leading me into my doom
A forsaken black hole of love
Dark kisses suffocating me
My breaths become shorter
My heart speeds up
Clinching to the west
Resting in the east like the sun
There he is.
Pale light skin that purifies my soul
His long black hair
Waving, flowing
My winged angel
Always there.
Forever mine
Lastly of my love
Keeping my life safe
Protecting me with all his might
I will never forget how my sole protector sways my heart and soul - breifly beckoning to the God forsaken Garden of Eden
I bare the fruit of life
As he then bares the fruit of grace and respect
Opening his arms
They are my security
My home...