i am addicted to the black woman●i see the black woman and i’m so enamoured and in love with her●she’s so impossibly beautiful and powerful to me●and i’m sure it started with my grams and my mom●but i don’t think i would have arrived here being with just some cool black woman●it’s because of you●i’m weird●and even if i can’t always articulate my inner workings, i recognize that i am deep●but you get me●it’s not just because of the rare things we’ve worked through●not just because of the time and energy you put into being a queen●because you really belong to me●and i to you●before we even met●because you are the woman i dreamt about for years who didn’t have a face●because you reintroduced me to love●i was in love with the idea of being in love since my toddler days●i was taught that was wrong●i wore my heart on my sleeve because i like trusting people●i grew up being told that was wrong●now i am back to that place afforded by innocense●now it’s just from the place of being in love●this relationship redeemed me●you●black woman●you brought me back to love
I'm Lewis. Your fellow human. I am a poet, a husband, a father, a brother, a Christlike-wannabe, a former dancer, 1980's kid, and indy author from Seattle, Washington, United States of America. I'm in love with the idea of producing and hosting art and creative literature that makes people want the best for their lives and communities. My firstborn is secretly overly brilliant, and I often give my wife low fat worship. She might be the best woman to ever lay, crawl, roll, sit, stand, run, fly, drive, teleport, or walk the earth. Fixed blades are my part-time cryptonite. I will write mostly about being a father to my children, especially my son, who I met after his second birthday.