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. 

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.

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.

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

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

Vacate

They walked in...

And rummaged through my past
looking for reminders of
why I should be afraid
feel foolish to try again
why I should hide

I let them

They laid their evidence on my heart
the memories rose like vapor
I flinched
all the missed takes
the rejection and the abandonment
misunderstandings and misinformation
I folded hands over my heart
how did it endure so much

When they finished
I looked over everything and
there shining on the edges of each memory
was a golden light

I pinched at it
until it was trapped between my fingers
I pulled

When I was done
I offered them the mound of golden lining
with which they tied up the memories
and walked away
never to return

Then he walked in...

He Said

There is a knock at my window
2 stories from the ground
I wonder who
It is a messenger and a message
 I listen

Candles lit
I'm not much into that but
they invoke a spirit
which sits with me until tears flow
after the numbness eases it went away
 I listen

He said
he'll make love to me
to the sounds of
wind whispering through willows
I close my eyes
 and I listen

Release

I let you go every night
so I can relearn you each morning

I take you back into my heart

Renewed like Spring
you ease into my life
until one day
I notice the trees are green
and there are flowers by the way

I remember too
you are like the coming Summer
so I prepare my heart
for the natural changes
I store up kisses and kindness

When Autumn brings the cold
and responsibilities are wrapped around us
I release you like crisp colorful leaves
and brace myself for the Winter's cold

but I feel you let go of me every night
then you pull me close each morning
with fingertips along the edge of my chin
like braille

Line

Point A to point E
far apart together
depending on
what level you look
they almost look like one

point A
a beginning
point E
a beginning
180
congruent
cardinal

no matter where you stop the line
A to C
E to J
points
even invisible
are connected

two points
and a mighty hand
holding a red thread
tying each to the other
then pulls

til line
becomes dot
cause two are now one

Reclaim

Here lies all the names
that once covered my hopes
with someday's and forever's
I no longer need to keep them
as memories pressed between
my present and my future

I open the pages
chant each name
to unbind them from me
to set them free

first love
pomegranates
crisp
unexpected smiles
bathing suits
night woods
hands
emerging hearts
mellow
harts with fresh air
subtle

a beautiful poem of my love

untied from the stones of
what was done before
I blow kisses at ghost lovers
break the bones of their skeletons
boil them with forgiveness
and mix it with honey to drink
they will become
part of the cells I exfoliate
to make me glow

Deep inside I pull a string
a light flickers on and fades luminous
and there no longer in the shadows
I see the one I love the most
I have slain the many-headed dragon of the past
to reclaim the space where his love belongs
now I can give him the kiss of life
to awaken him