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Love Is… (Relationship)

There is definitely a period or season in which your relationship will be even, where it should be even. “Even” in a sense of and respect to accord and assurance and automatic access to agreement. There is a time where everything seemingly always goes together in a symbiotic unity that is all spectacular and in the space of magical amazingness.

It is supposed to be like that.

For a period, for a season.

But relationships that actually last and have depth and definition and detail and evolve into destiny aren’t “even” all the time. Not even most of the time.

There is always an issue, some challenges, some changes, disruption and delay, confusion, chaos, hurt and hell to go through. There is always a problem, a decision, a choice, an obligation and a responsibility to pick a side. There is always question and instigation and accusation and controversy. There is always mess and frustration and misery demanding to sit in your company. There are moments of lack and lethargy, discontent and so much noise.

While the work has to be done.

While the bills have to be paid.

While the home has to be kept.

While the kids have to be raised.

While the time keeps passing by.

And still, more importantly still…

The soul has to be uplifted.

The spirit has to be nourished.

The mind has to be stimulated.

The romance has to be maintained.

The peace has to kept.

Your mate has to be considered.

Love is not just love. Love is everything more than love. Love is all the things more than love. Love is sacrifice and surrender whilst satisfying self. Love is particular and specific and yet ambiguous and wide. Love is gentle and firm. Love is intelligent and understanding. Love is complete yet open, comprehensive and curious.

And relationships require the steadiness of the unknown to abide its journey into fate. Ever heard of the good fight? The good fight is a relationship. The good fight is an ever-ongoing battle for the sake of someone else. The good fight is sleepless and exhausting and turbulent and demanding and constant. It always is. There is no time or room for the expectations or ask that a relationship is anything other than that.

Those seasons of complete congruence are the ultimate reward for complying with a confrontation that is compliment of your courage and cause. That good is a direct result of how good you become in the tantrum of this dynamic. You will absolutely know the days that are fantastic by the default of what those terrible times demand of you!

You’ll find “odds” more often than not. What you will achieve good at is deciding when to debate and when to defer. Compassion and patience are outfits that should align the wardrobe of your wants. Love is tender. Love is an acute mandate that you honor and embody to stay in the way. To be available for the fight. To be present and aware to the unknown. Because you chose this and for as long as an iota of desire rest in the two of you, you are obligated to take arms and forge into the fisticuffs of faith and action.

Through it all. For as long as it takes. And that is matrimony. That is what marriage really is. That is a relationship. Arduous and audacious and ambitious and abundant and adamant.

For each one of you.

Because on both sides, bookending that “season” of total compliment is life. And life requires that differences be met with diligence and discipline. And life requires decision. You decided on a relationship.

This is what you have to do.

-see

@seethepoet

©2018 Cornelious “See” Flowers

the music You are for me… [POEM]

no strings
but and yet somehow,
I cling
to your notes
wrote and awake
to melody
of your every morning,
tours accordingly
for the sake of getting away
into an open space
where your a cappella
joins chorus with me
an open mic,
proceeds
and we bleed
sheet music that reads
oooooh’s, and a la carte
highlighted by sparks
the music you are for me,
culminating
into dark
chocolate covered
symphony
I’ll bring the bar
you set the energy
tantric is what the tone will be,
up and down,
around the beats
how loud can your silence speak?
grunts and moans,
in harmony
orchestrated by the need
and sweet sound of melody
Hip-Hop infused in sync
with jazz
and a classical speech
a reggaeton tempo
breaking into
an instrumental music
that is swallowed
by the keys
your drum begs for me
to beat
forcing your horn,
to scream
producing the soundtrack
we need
to listen to
as we are away in reality
but together, in a dream
fiend-ing for the sound
or at least the taste
of what it feels like
to be entertained
by the streets
and fed
by the sweets
your arms are headphones
your legs, like chords
wrapped all around me
the mic, tested
waiting for you to sing
a low register that requires
every thing you’ve got,
I’ll just watch you be,
amazing
I might just hit the high notes,
my hands can hardly reach
as I conduct your performance
back-and-forth
to swing
at the same time,
I’ll play my favorite instrument
you be the percussion
I’ll strum your organ
with the one
between my teeth

and we will be
the song that always sings
the one that reminds of pleasure
the one that goes unseen
the one you always hum
the one you always need,
playing to one another,
the music you are for me.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Can We Talk… [POEM]

Can we talk
one more time
over our bodies
intertwined
about less talking
or maybe not
I am quite the talker,
in case you forgot
I’ll use that one word
that got to you
I’ll say it as many times
as you need me to
for quite awhile
or as long as it takes
no need to get dressed,
I’ve got more to say
been studying new words
and ways to express
I hope you understand
my ways to confess
as I argue my point
in the language of love
let your tongue talk to me
the way that it does
and be just as animated,
pull me near
we can discuss dreams and secrets,
over silence and tears
remind me how you remember
forget we don’t belong
keep talking to me right,
I don’t see anything wrong
conversation necessary
been silent since
so say something special
like, “You belong to this”
as we talk all around the room
make our way into the light
talk to me all day,
talk to me through the night…

Can we talk,
something should be said
it’s been quiet in my mind,
and you’ve been talking in my head.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

No question, Needed… [POEM]

I couldn’t afford her…
only bought her closer to him
what I wanted for us
was closer to them
a fat chance
was closer to slim
it was never a fair fight
I wasn’t supposed to contend,
but I did
left and right
marks that I left at night
I left a mark,
that will be left for life
no reason to be dark,
she left for light
left for love is left alike,
I don’t feel left,
she left me right,

settled

pointed in a good direction
manual shifting is work,
versus automatic transmission
I had to leave her sick enough
in order for him to come get her
I’d always known his presence,
knew the him that come with her
knew the deeds that had been done
knew the dude that outdid her
knew the lie she tried to tell herself
knew the tricks to outwit her
so I knew that out with her
I had to be dude that was not with her
had to leave room for him
knew that my room would not fit her
wasn’t a matter of tools,
or which dude would best fit her
what happened had nothing to do with it
it was due that I get hurt
rules don’t apply to you
is what a fool says to prevent worse
this ain’t just the truth
it is approved,
a proof that approval is how you get work

and still I could end up being labeled
like I shouldn’t feel a kind of way
or I wouldn’t be able
to call it like I see it
been there, been through it, been burnt too much
been rejected, been disrespected, been hurt too much
been used, been abused, been made to bare
but baby girl you’ve been building up resistance,
you might as well be there

remember me for what ifs
remind him with my aura
next time he puts you through it,
remind him that I was boring
only willing to move as you ordered
but I get it,
no need to sort it,
or explain
you did this for self,
not esteem
I can dig it,
not a seed
bloomed already
the problem with us
was that I assumed already
and we happened way too soon,
so a future loomed all heavy
should have stayed in the cocoon
neither me, or you
were all ready
wings weren’t fully developed
so those pretty things
were just all heavy,
and the potential weighed us down
tried to play dress up,
the costumes made us clowns

a good performance
but a circus nonetheless
a whole audience entertained,
didn’t pay off,
but I can say I did invest
and I would like to suggest…

… She is still breathing
yup, and she is still leaving
who says, “I told you so”?
just remember that I told her, “Go”
changed my mind when I told her “No”
and held on,
after I was told to throw
because anyone can play catch
someone deserves to know
that watching someone else’s process
is how you learn to grow
and a lesson like this
is how you learn it, so…

I’m willing to believe now
because of us, I can believe how
so it was what it was,
nothing to leave out
if you’re going to try it once
it’s better to leave now
no telling for the future
she’s going to breathe out
not holding it in anymore
and I played a part in that,
easy to SEE how…

… Broken hearts build better men
and LOVE is better, than,
then

and when you’re ready for it,
walls don’t fall because you’re headed for them
you have to crash
and once you know what it feels like to hurt,
you won’t have to bask
if you don’t go for a present
you won’t have a past
your reason to concede it
is enough to get you pass
you won’t be the first,
you won’t be the last,
no question needed
you don’t even have to ask.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Breakfast, in Bed… [POEM]

Am I hungry?
or does it matter
either way I want you,
before and after
and during, too
enduring, you
is worth every taste
worked up my appetite,
the chase
where do I start, today
You seem a little tense,
let me eat that away
first
the flavors inside of you
burst, into my mouth
breakfast, in bed
or on the couch
breakfast has a volume, loud
and a temperature, hot
breakfast has a spot,
many actually
I won’t miss a one,
factually
You won’t serve breakfast to anyone else,
after me
custom menu and cuisine
specifically designed, to keep
satisfaction, guaranteed
evidence, on my chin
extra, cream

Do you like the way I lick the plate?
the way I pay attention to my meal,
no waste
manners, mean something else
Good Morning breakfast,
I can serve myself…

I’ll have some chocolate
candy kisses, cocoa skin
soft and tender
breakfast hands
succulent, moist
waist and breast
a serving of hips and thighs,
I want to taste myself
your back is a buffet,
I must say
breakfast looks so good,
accommodate
Momma said not to play with my food,
Momma ain’t here today

I like my breakfast warm
breakfast about to come,
warned
let me stir it,
churned
now pour it onto me,
learned
as I make a mess of myself,
earned

Do you enjoy the way I eat?
I like to blow my breakfast first,
a treat
hypocrite,
vegetarian, craving her meat
source is rare,
so of course it’s pink
not supposed to talk with my mouth full,
but she likes the way I speak,
treat
service,
on top, of my head
having
my breakfast,
in bed.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

the sound of rain… [POEM]

this is. the sound of rain
pressed up against my face
wet. drenching. soaking
into my skin
drawing my face into
and coming out. from within
squeezing onto my ears
dripping down my chin
pulling my hair
this is the sound of rain
warming. tasting like
sun moistened wonderful
perfectly fit to my lips
and sucking me into
puddles. and pleasure.
feeling like
the discovery. of treasure
weather
a forecast of storm
torrential. warm.
this is the sound of rain
climbing
rising to the occasion
persuasive
leaving spots. and drops.
and rememberings.
leaving time to fade away
disappearing
taking breaths
in a way
never felt before
holding on to me
saying things
never felt before
like. everything.
this is the sound of rain
being swallowed
followed into bliss
starting with a kiss
and allowing
the sound of rain
to consume. to exist.
and overwhelming you,
with it
an intoxicating ecstasy,
Hot.
a temperature that is not,
unlike,
sweat
I feel it. You spill it.
onto my chest
while my tongue
tastes tight spaces
and waits. for. it.
convinced
mixed into the rhythm
and mood
grabbing for hands
reaching for food
trying to pull
a record
playing.
Like a song. On repeat.
Skipping. To the beat.
of refrain.
say it out loud. My name.
Scream. My name.
Wet. Dream. My name.
to. the sound of rain

-see

©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Battle, lines… [POEM]

The time we spend
arguing
is borrowing away from us
bargaining
sending our further
farther away from us
arduous
how we approach the argument
adamant
that neither started it
but hardened
making it harder than it already is
but so far away
from where it started
and the funny part then,
is…

We fight for no reason
just as hard
as we do for reasons
beyond that either of us can explain
until the evens make odds
and leave us with scars
equal to our pain
but seemingly for applause
to the cheers of our crowded minds
fighting
to break down the walls
that are hiding
our flaws.

-see

©2013 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Talk to me… [POEM]

I want to talk to you
but not on the phone
and not with words
but with feeling
so that it means something
and leaves nothing out
us,
that’s what I want to talk about
and everything that has changed
since we’ve been separate ways,
the day before yesterday
just hasn’t been the same
nothing to do but change
I want your thoughts about it
but we don’t have to talk about it
just make sound with our body parts
then put our mouths around it
I want to talk to you
hear your story in a different way
find that your skin has an opinion
more than your lips could say
but I’ll hear them too
when I’m near you
move
to the sound of conversation
that we make with our legs
apologizing with our hands
as our eyes begin to beg
I really want to talk to you
in a foreign language
maybe two or three
in a universal tongue,
created by you and me
and come up with a song
that our feet can sing
as we dance with our breath,
repeatedly…

Please talk to me

I want to talk to you
about differences
and about talking to much
without listening
without mentioning our past
or who we talked to last
if you don’t want to know,
I promise not to ask,

But you have to talk to me.

-see

©2013 Cornelious “See” Flowers