Soul Food

Skin like chocolate touched with caramel

Hair long and black like twisted licorice

Lips as juicy as a plum on a summer’s day

A laugh as hearty as a pot of collard greens

Mixed with a cornbread fed smile

He lured me in with eyes brown as pot roast

He dipped me like a ladle into his candied yam heart

He was good even when it wasn’t Sunday

The type of man that gives you the itis

Just so you can rest in his embrace

Real southern, Georgia raised 

So you know the arm is heavy in the kitchen

He was my soul food

The type of man that satisfies your hunger

And leaves you coming back for seconds