Outfit Post | Love Rain

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me...



Met him on a thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown, deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives... Word?
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy



Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell topped adidas
He was fresh... like summer peaches
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm
At night we would watch the stars



And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
I felt Dizzy, Sonya, heaven, and Miles between my thighs
Better than love, we made delicious
He me had, had me he
He made me tongue tied



I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love...

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me



The rain was fallin and, and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap



And us became new
Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis



Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees, melody

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me



Dress-Vintage/Shoes-Aldo
Song: Jill Scott Love Rain