If I were a poet

If I were a poet I would say

When I met you I was reminded of the time in Dr. Jones African-American history 2 class, while we were discussing Malcolm X, when he pointed to one of the black boys in class and said "Ladies, I would like for you to meet God" the realist in me would say you are not God, but the poet in me would say my God, you are a divine creation, inspiration that leads me to believe that if Jesus was similar to your nature no wonder Mary Magdalene stayed so close

If I were a poet I would say

You have skin the color of homemade syrup, and you smell like my grandmother's breakfast on Saturday morning and when I'm with you all I hear are 90s love songs and lonely, lonely is a curse word

If I were a poet I would say

That the time you walked up behind me in the crowded MSC and whispered hello in my ear my insides liquefied in that manner that on the most intimate of occasions a woman can tell a man without words he has made a very good impression

If I were a poet I would say

Thinking of you takes me back to the days when I painted masterpieces on concrete with sidewalk chalk and played Brown Girl in Mr. Rowe's music class and I always hoped to dance in the circle with you

If I were a poet I would say

That if God were to give me one gift it would be this, that I could make footprints over the sands of time with you by my side and we would make babies and have grandbabies and both sit at opposite heads of the family table at Thanksgivings and Christmases and be the first to go down the soul train line at the family reunion, for you to open my door and all the young girls say I want a man like him, and for me to bring you your food and all the young boys say I want a wife like her, and for us to sit together in church and the young couples say we want to be like them

But I'm not a poet and its not easy for me to think of creative metaphoric ways to say that everyday when I roll over and see you on the right side of my bed that I just love you.