Tamika with a "Q"

Her smile could perform exorcisms

And Lord, did she ever loosen iron lids…

She set birds free

She is unintentional, part of nature

Untangled, she needs no deliverance

A honey-baby voice that melts pretension and ignorance

A smooth and perfect hand to guide home the faithless

A powerful girl

I do not project on you pity or misery

You are held back by nothing

You take my hands

You dance

You laugh

You utter sounds of life

You see me

You awaken me

And without saying a word, I am mended

I may not have her forever, but she will always have me

A love so pure and visceral, she is of my blood and flesh

I know You are real because she is breathing…