His deep dreads
fall into a lucious silhouette
of molten
honey...
they drip lavishly
from the depths
of his
whispered
thoughts.
Two eyes like
caramelized
brown-sugar stars
smolder into
my
being...
His smooth chocolate skin
grows deeper,
as if the twilight would seek to
draw night
upon him.
But it is not the sun
that dims
his countenance.
His features
give clarity
to the heart
I wear about my neck,
beating to a song
which mine
lustly
sings.
It is his halo
that reveals itself;
the purity of his
golden wings
that leave me
in
awe.

...Heaven-sent.