WILD HAIRED BABY

Why so scared baby? My bites are soft. Softer than your fears. You know, the ones that hold you back when your words begin to slip away from you. By the will of the divine, you are not fully cloaked from me. I see you, despite the locs of hair falling over your sight. So when I move them away, embrace the vision before your eyes and trust that while I won’t promise not to bite, my fangs will sink softly into you. You walk through life like wind against the grains of an open field, moving rhythmically as you please. My sweet dancer, I’m in awe of the way your body moves to your madness. Hair untamed like your heart that’s mine to possess. Scent that surrounds me like a halo, grounding me within that very heart that’s already mine…

— Tolú