Medium Darki love you
and the sadness
you call something else,
how you wear life
like an old coat,
three of its buttons
sewn back on
and i love you
like i take my coffee
medium dark
and strong as you
sugar kinked, knotted
as your hair
in my hands
wear me to sleep
my hand atop
your hill of hips,
you wear me close
both whole and broken,
three of my buttons
sewn back on