THE BIRDZ & the beez©

There's a small chance that I can make you want me.  
A small window of opportunity that I might actually be able to make you happy.  
Don't you wanna be happy?  
Do you wanna be that couple that actually makes it?  
That breaks the stigma that black couples don't last.  
Let's be the benefit of the doubt.  
Through all the bullshit caused by multiple tragic past relationships and generational curses
Can you be the one that I actually deem worthy of all the pain that human can inflict without attempt?  
Because let's face it you're going to fuck up eventually  
and I'll no longer be able to place you up on that pedestal of perfection.  
Are you ready to be that rose sprouting from the concrete of trial and error?  
Although our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.  
In sleazy back door alleyways,  
bathroom stalls and cheap hotel rooms.  
There we were jilting like heathen on squeaky mattress.  
And let the liquor tell it I was fucked up but you had courage enough to love me in spite of.  
Although our love came when we’d given up on waiting and asking for it to come. Somehow we managed to find beauty in our struggle.  
And although we met on a level of shared anguish  
I will write sonnets to the salty sudorific of your skin and they will speak angry volumes insisting that dick be installed HERE and evaporate quietly.  
We will bandage and press promises between us like daisies in a novel forming our own dictionary because after all word is BOND.  
 
Sylvia Perry 2015©