…rib of my rib

…rib of my rib

flesh of my flesh-

did I pass you on 5th street

many many years ago?

did I have my house slippers on?

the pink raggedy ones?

i know they look rough-

but I swear they comfortable-

make a sistahs’ feet feel good-

were my curves all right,

but my attire all wrong?

so the attraction staggered in limbo,

but still kinda liked what you saw?-

rib of my rib

flesh of my flesh-

locked eyes with someone at a red light-

wondered if it was you-

we both smiled- 

we both blushed-

but then you went left, and I right-

maybe you were someone else’s-

rib of their rib-

flesh of their flesh-

or maybe you weren’t-

but God didn’t move,

because it wasn’t our time-

so he made a red go green-

and off we went.

rib of my rib-

flesh of my flesh-

my soul can carry all-

but my womb can carry no more-

and sometimes i feel broken-

that ive given to another,

what should have belonged to you-

so hold me and calm my thoughts-

because time traveled my luv,

and so did we-

and so did we-

my rib of my rib-

my flesh of my flesh-

no hand touches me,

because I wait for you-

but damn a girls’ in need-

but damn a girls’ in heat-

and I wonder who’s touching you- 

cause maybe celibacy ain’t your thing-

but its cool- cause it’s temporary.

i wonder what city holds you-

or what country to envy,

for possessing the presence of you-

my life is so chaotic-

my mind is rather different-

more different than you’ve encountered-

but if you are the rib of my rib

and the flesh of my flesh-

then my slippers won’t stop you-

you know, the pink raggedy ones-

that look rough, 

but make a sistahs’ feet feel so good-

and my all unmatched attire,

might look a lil’ right-

you know, just a lil’ bit-

so rib of my rib-

so flesh of my flesh-

take that flight- 

make that amtrak-

and smile… 

then ask me my name at that next red light-

35 seconds, so make it quick-

but find me-

please find me-

and loyally love me-

all of me-

for life.

kb