this journey between me and you

you and i, began before i saw my first sunrise

from the womb of my mother, it seems 

you are one of the first thing i was able to perceive 

and with age, as i look at you, i often wonder

even as you are caressed by the hands of my lover

who would ever love this rocky terrain?

 

with dry patches and bumps all over

it feels as though the marks on this skin

were made to make me feel inferior 

until i realize this love was only ever between me and you

you and i

and i'd kiss my own cheek a thousand times

just to remind you the ways in which you belong

 

my skin is like a work of art 

with different colors that merge into one another

like an oil painting with the perfect easel 

and these blemishes are just drops

from God's perfect paintbrush 

 

when i look into the two-way mirror 

that is my self confidence

i know that on my worst days

when i am clouded with self-deprecation 

praying to the heavens for hours for a change

i know that you are still mine

and much like with my lovers, this love is a choice

that choosing you is like choosing me twice 

 

this is a love letter to my skin,

& i vow to love you in the way that you deserve

to look at you with warmth in my eyes

i vow to see you the way my mother did

the days she brought me into this world

and to find love on days when we feel smooth

and pour into you on days when we feel rugged

 

this is a love letter to me and you,

as this love will always remain

between you and i.