One of my worst fears is to be loved in seasons;
Love with an expiring date that can be discarded when out of season;
I want to be loved in years and decades;
Loved timelessly, in a world where time waits for no man;
Love me in summer-when my melanin glows and shows the majesty of my ancestors who were baked to a chocolate hue under the African sun;
Love me in winter- when my spirit is too cold to open the doors of my heart;
Love me in autumn-when my soul hopes for a new beginning, shedding away all the pain, hurt and mistrust;
Darling, love me in spring-when my spirit becomes calloused with my past mistakes and looks forward to butterflies that invade my heart and stomach when I see you;
Love me to wrinkles;
Love me senseless;
Love me shamelessly;
Love me in all the seasons.