Intruder - a poem by Ciera C.

As I lay in bed,
complex thoughts fill my head
as I wonder how I should feel.
Here there is a man; tall, dark, and sexy next to me but who is he?
He looks familiar but I can't put my finger on where I originally came across his smooth, chocolate body.
He's been here for awhile
flaunting his captivating smile
and his successful profile
making my juices flow like the Nile
but who is he?
This intruder is rare.
Not at all does he scare.
In fact, his erotic stare
puts me in a trance as I glare
and study…him.
As he opens his eyes,
I examine the hazel beauts that are nested in them and I wonder why fear is not on the rise.
Then, it strikes.
The seductive look that once graced his eyes
turned cold and bitter then made me realize
that the intruder was only the disloyal guy
that used to make me smile(that’s right…past tense).
The guy that just walked away from me is the nigga that drives me CRAZY,
negatively!!
His negativity and his rage are going to be the death of me!
The only good thing about him is his beautiful eyes
and his hell of an attractive size
and his strong athletic thighs
that assist in making my insides cringe as he explores my high tides
but how can one enjoy the good when its followed by the bad?
How can I enjoy being happy when he causes me to be excessively mad?
After an intense night of love making, waking up to a glare that has about as much love in it as there is alcohol in a baby's similac?
Walking my nude body over to the dresser and finding a receipt with some bitch's number on the back?
How should I feel? What should I do? Who should I tell? Where should I go? Should I leave? Should I stay? Is he wrong…or is it me?
Well I guess I am hard on him at times
but I only want what's best for us of course he thinks I'm out of line.
And I guess we don’t have sex as much but 12 hr shifts are no joke.
Then he nags me and I'm irritated and anger he eventually provokes.
Is it a communication fail? I don’t know
But I want the intruder back so my negative thoughts won't overflow.

Aaahhh, sweet serenity.
I look over and there he is;
my intruder laying so serene on the satin sheets almost as smooth as his dark, lovely body.
I wonder why he only visits early in the morning
but I don’t know who he is and my nervousness is showing.
Oh have I never loved someone I didn’t know past their graceful presence as they slept
but it seems as though I do know him…I think..obviously my memory just up and left.
As I lay there, I get up enough courage to touch…no feel my intruder's physique.
I critique his body from his head to his feet.
Then suddenly, his phone rings and the name reads "Sherese"
and he jumped up, shot me a cold look, and snatched the phone away from me.
Then, it dawned on me.
My intruder was ONLY the nigga that I loved but couldn’t stand!
The nigga that kept me secluded from the world because of his fear that I would find a real man.
His lack of respect resulted in countless disagreements
but it was so common that I had found myself content.
With my slender, fit shape and my smooth chocolate skin,
my almond shaped eyes and my bright white grin,
my divafied walk and my independent persona
I'm sure I could come across a man that offered me more happiness and less drama.
Instead, I stay with IKE
praying that one day I could get rid of that nigga but still wake up to my intruder night after night.