Dance With Me

There was a time
your hips moved with mine
You stood by me
We were syncopated

There was a time
you pulled me close
and led my body around the floor
I remember your heartbeat
the rumble of your chest as you sung
I always pressed my ear closer
when you sang our song

There was a time
before now
when we could hear the music in each other's minds
even from across a room
we were in step

Then that thing happened
and you stepped on my foot
and I stopped trusting your lead
but our dance was good

Line dancing is nice
but having a partner is the best
Swaying over the floor
until the song is over
and we are both smiling and out of breath

I desire to dance again
Let's find our rhythm again
We've danced alone long enough to know we can
Let's put the steps together
Can you hear the count
5...6... 7...8

Come, my love
Dance with me

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Neverwas

I broke a branch of my heart
tying knots around it
trying to staunch the beating when he came close
I broke it before his reasons for checking up
took it for a ride

kicking at the gourds
I've stubbed my feelings
for lack of words in the subtleties
of the vague shades of grey left for me to decipher
this puzzle has no edges
no matching colors nor shapes

he pinched himself awake
and left me dreaming
I guess I am prettier this way
surprised the sun has come back
to shine on me another day

us is ragged at the edges
and we’ve never worn it
I’m standing naked sewing together
words never said but always said
I’m still naked when I put them on

this is the last time I listen to
lips stuttering love
broken syllables help me understand
we don’t speak the same
and maybe we never did

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kalonia jennings 2016

Angry. Sassy. No!

Can't find my reflection anywhere.

I have to exist relating to chameleons mimicking me.

I once had to ask if being ghetto is a form of white-face.

How can I assimilate into myself?

I'm starting to wonder how far this appropriation goes. 

Did they steal the words from the mouths from my Griots
to write their way into significance? 

I'm coming for my images locked away in centuries of history. 

I'm told I don't belong in an Anywhere.

So, I'ma reach back and
slap the black back into the places between east vs west,
between continents which ignore my Mother,
between dialogues and discussions
that make her work at shaping existence insignificant.

We have progressed so far backwards.

Bragging about growing grass in the desert 

then complaining about being broke from bills.

We dig pools that grow stagnant without care
then slinging guilt for droughts.
I can't make sense of this thing I'm supposed to want to do

Those tied to the earth had their head and hearts in the cosmos.

They found healing in the weeds.
They never touched the same flowing waters twice.

I've noticed how natural living is enslaved

like those of the middle passage; they are

chained to greed, dehumanized, and made to fight for freedom.

My ancestor's magic locked in stores where her children can't reach. 

I have become my own conjurer.

And I invoke my reflection in these words. 

My ancestors never stepped into the same being twice. 

Seek Me

When my fingers are in your mouth
and you are
somewhere between hysteria and sleep
as the wetness of my tongue
makes hairs curl in the humidity
seek me

When your eyes can't break from me watching
the beautiful contortions and intricacies
of pleasure race across your face
when I can't concentrate anymore
when I no longer seem myself
seek me

When my face is lost under the heaviness
of sweat infested locs
and my breath won't calm itself
when my words come from a depth that
reverberates within you like a good baseline
seek me
because

When you are with me
entering me
tasting me
lost in me
I find you

and I call your name
when you have found my hiding place

Most of the Time

Lift up these words
and you would expose yourself to
the spaces in the realities of my mind
places I won't let just anybody into
but everyone gets to see

Look deeply at the gaps between the letters
and I can promise you
you can hear my happiness there
you can see my future in the white spaces on this page

I love deep
but not with feelings
I love like life expands
taking these words I attempt to dig into your chest
and press my cheek to green hues of your spirit
just to remind you
you love
you love like life expands

Moments like this I tempt myself to feel
to feel the lonely I often read about
But then I sit and type words like these
I imagine you reading them
and it fills me up because you wrote them with me

Most of the time I'm like this
and not ashamed
but you lifted up these words
and saw the secret raw places in me
I can't hide again

I Can Tell

Your embrace is like the sweetest melody, enveloping me till I close my eyes.
That kiss tells me you're ready to let the outside world tend to itself for awhile.
You walk away too soon.
I want to feel your hand on my face again.
I lost myself for a moment with my lips on your wrist.
Your pulse was saying something.

I allow you to walk away from me, and before you take the second step, your hand extends behind you.
I don't make you have to say it twice.
My hand is in yours before you take the next step.

I keep my eyes on yours as you peel off your clothes. They say to keep touching you.
Tugging the shirt over your head, my fingers find their way to your spine, my lips your chest. That exhale said I'm doing just what you want me to.

Looking down at you, I love to watch the way your hands taste my thighs. The way they gulp my skin to the rhythm of the ride.
The sound emanating from your chest speak for your closed eyes and open mouth. I answer by kissing you and following your guiding hands. They say you're close.

The adjustment of silence between our bodies before you descend over me, is shattered by the way my legs wrap around your waist.
A hand between us touching both bodies as my hands glide over your head. My breath and teeth against your neck speak more words than I can gather.

Your pace stops and I open my eyes to the feeling of hands gulping my thighs, once again.
 You have something else to say, I can tell by the way your tongue moves.

4D

It took some time to get here.
The metronome of silver stands tick off
the choices I still don't know how to make.
I'm far behind my mission.
But, I hear, I'm right on time.

Can't seem to speak kindly to my insides.
The guilt of making it rain with time.
I made amends with the wrong path.
My roots are wide but shallow.
Here, I speak the symptoms.
There, I find the cause.

Cold fingers reach for the wobbles of light
cutting through the shadows.
I know I'm already there. It's already done.
Why do I feel half of the whole?
I see myself through another set of eyes.
What am I doing?
What have done?

I've found myself in another space.
Picked up, like a child,
and carried to the door to another life.
I have opened the door.
Now, I'm trying to adjust
to the momentary blindness of my ignorance.

It took some time to get here.
Do you know the way?

Manners

Sitting next to each other,
I'm caressing the edges of your face,
absorbed in the way you look at me.
Our lips find different ways to touch.
I feel my heartbeat between crossed legs.
My appetite for you is forcing its way out with each kiss.

My hunger is for more than food.
My taste buds crave a type of sweet-salty only flesh
and veins can produce.
Ravenous to the point of sloppy salivation,
I leave all clothes on the floor along with my decorum.
I consume you with my hands.
I feast on your moans.

To lay you down is to spread a buffet
before a starving beast.
To straddle your thigh is to feed a deeper craving.
Your hands in my hair
showing the fastest ways to your pleasure.
I savor the guidance.
Lost in the aroma of musk and that missing ingredient,
lips and thighs open wider.

Your thigh is soaked.
My mouth so full,
I have to swallow before I ask for seconds.
I do have manners, after all.

All Mine

I've been waiting for a moment like this.
Where I can lay my hands on my head
and let my fingers slip through
the lines that were once kinks.
I remember the shame
of my beads not hanging long enough.
Now, it's all mine

I've been waiting for a moment when,
I could make something all about me,
all of me,
and not have to sanitize it for anyone
who might not be able to relate,
but I've had to.
I can finally look in the mirror
and not wish another was there.
Now, I'm all mine.

Been waiting for a moment to
look back and grab the beauty,
the power,
the grace,
the majesty
of my legacy, of my ancestry
and bring it forward.
Like I do when I put my hands on my head
and let my fingers slip through the lines
that were once kinks.

It's all mine.

The Moment

I feel you.
Your arm on my belly.
Secured, for sure, in ways I can't imagine.
I hear your voice inside of me.
The way the bass shakes the giggles from my chest.
Your tongue pushes and pulls my nipple.
The escaping giggles fall upon my swaying breasts,
and as your lips surround the little tip of darkness.

I open my eyes.
Stifled giggles hide behind my fingers
because I can still feel your voice inside me.
I lay my arm on my belly, close my eyes
to return to the moment of falling giggles
upon swaying breasts.

Artist Muha Bazila

Winter

It's cold and dark
and somewhere in my mind
I thought I was flowing
flowing towards something
but now I'm here

Into myself
although my humble-conceit is put aside
there are so many other things
reminding me how little I really am

Listening to the splatters of
what could be rain
my edges are cracking
and the sky is falling
which makes my face leak

Pieces of me are rearranged against my will
I pull out the dangling bits of fibers
falling from my guts
the pain is too real
the love too much
the touches too missing

And then I feel it
the heat
sapping away the soggy past
the heat
I know I will meet
as the light of Spring

Vines

Like a grapevine
I'm rooted in your being
and as time passes
I spread myself into the
places inside you
you never knew were there

Like the wind
I press against you
then pass through
without you ever knowing

Like falling darkness
I remind you of your light
always encouraging you
so your brilliance will show

I remember the moment
you first touched my mind
the ripples are still lapping at the shores of
my insatiable need to dump my spirit on you

Look
I'm not saying I can't survive without you
but why would I want to
the further I creep along your being
the more of you I want to see

By nature
I pull those to me that need my touch
I never thought I'd find someone
who allows me to touch back

Kiss me again
and let me sink deeper into those places
you never knew were there

Content

There's no way to describe it
he sees me every day
and still looks at me as if 
he is compelled to touch me *

Each morning 
I turn to him
to find him smiling
He looks at me as if I'm made of
the ethereal darkness before sunrise
and rain

When he lays me down
I forget he's touched me before
he stares into my eyes when he enters me
I close my eyes in order to breathe
when I open them 
he's still watching

I ask him if he's bored
with me
with us
with the monotone days 
of consistent menial tasks
and conversations which bear the weight of responsibility

I ask him
if from the consistent sameness my body feels old in his hands
he says 
the fact he gets it often
doesn't change the beauty of it ~

Here I thought 
I was calling contempt in the familiar

It seems I can rest well knowing
the sloughing off of my old self
the gradual change of my body
the shavings of my mind 
are enough to keep him content

If only he knew
how he feeds the fountain of my soul



Thank You, Nana (*) and Andre (~) for your contributions to this creation =)

Inheritance

When I kissed him for the first time
I tasted tears
In his touch I felt
a thousand rejected embraces
that is when I realized
someone's pain
gave birth to the man I love

She
There is always a she before
before the days of deep loving
intimacy
transparency
She is there asking him to show up
asking him to pour out
her Being
fed up
ripped him open
and exposed the vulnerability
she always needed

I wonder
how many times she prophesied my coming

He found me
and built an unfathomable love around me
but I am not ignorant
it was her pain which shaped him
molded him
chiseled him into the man
from the block of boy
he once was

When I first kissed him
I tasted tears
and was reminded someone deposited love
to received little in return

In my kiss
I thanked her for her patience
and her release
I will spend my inheritance
wisely

Given

Look at me
she's behind the fires in my eyes
run before she finds you
with every touch of your hands
I feel her

Press my neck against your lips
hear the breath in your ear
turning to sounds emerging deep from my chest
I cannot protect you
she's stirring

Call out  my inhibitions
command my legs to part
then smell the weight of
puddled passion
You should feel the danger

Draw your fingers up
the inside of my thighs
feel them skate through thawed desire
then paint my lips with the taste
she's raging now

After you call to me
from the inside of my body
I make no promises
you won't bleed a little
I've given you warning
She's about to strike
I hope you can take it

Taming the Light

Blackness
Darkness
Lightless

Even before the first star was born
I stood as a signet
to the first thought
the first word

In my birth
he was inside me
growing with me
until he expelled himself

nursed in the fullness of my deep
he became full and fat
fed from my mind
he became long and lean
and in the fullness of time
he became

Effulgent
Luminous
Radiant
Brillant
He became my equal

My power aroused him
he sought to claim me
he held me by my throat
pinned against eternity

I growled
and time began
We rolled over the darkness
until all things were created
Light inside the darkness
as one

Danger

Be careful

I'm dangerous

I am the reflection of 

the darkness in the shadows

I rip off masks and

tear up secrets 

with a smile

Can you bear the power 

of my presence 

and still speak the truth

In spite of my wanting to bring you

gardens of succulent loving 

By my nature

I wrest dead memories from your heart

I pull them up through your throat
letting them burn up in my passion

I dissolve the fraudulent in you

with a flick of my wrist

and yank at your being

to test the soundness of your ethereal body

When I reach for you 

there's fire in my grasp

I am only tamed by one

who can absorb my force 

expand 

then create himself anew 

from the elements left over 

Behind My Eyes

If I pulled you down
the rabbit hole
behind the smile
the pretty face
the beautiful mind

you would find a child
uncouth
loud
innocent
ignorant

I've tried to hide her for years
but she's there
waiting to be punished
for things she never did

She hides believing she's
a burden
an issue
a thing
a placeholder

But

* There are different types of words
and you use the ones that
don't include the 26 letters of the alphabet
you spit action through your words
making the one behind my eyes
reach for you

tell me what you want her to do
I'll let her take your hand
if you ask me to


(*) is a line snatched from a conversation with one of my soul family members  CeCe...Thank you!!! =*

Sanctuary

You allow me to
cross the threshold into your presence
I stand between the pillars of your legs
and fall to my knees in reverence

I've been chosen
I am worthy to partake

Your hands fall on my head
as if to bless me
There's a choir singing in your moans
In all the variations of my touch
I say a prayer
Until I invoke his presence in you

You lift me toward you
like sun rays over the horizon at dawn
lay me down and cover me
with the power of your desire

And as you reach to kiss me
I feel your glory pour over me
I open everything to you
and enter the sanctuary of your love.

Can't Call It

I've called it
attention
touching
kissing
and
longing eyes

I've let me be translated into
hurtful words
scary thoughts
painful goodbyes

I've heard it is
caresses under candlelight
moonlight strolling
and making love in the rain

What I see in your eyes
hear in your voice
follow in the tracks being made
all over my life
I can't call it
anything but love