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.

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

The Gates

Responsibility wraps us up
tighter than a straight jacket
keeping love from flowing free
I don't want to think about it anymore
I simply want to be

Fill up on me loving you
if it gives you permission to open up
pour out love like waterfalls
flow free in the ways you need to
in the ways you want it
knowing all along
it's your love you're feeling

Don't commit anything to me
feel it flow through you
filling up the empty spaces in yourself
so when you find yourself full
and if there's still a thought
that I could be the one
choose me
it's that simple

Then when living the mechanics
of this artificial way of surviving
latches the buckles of our being free
we will slip back through the gates
and replenish each other
from the Tree of Life

What's His Name

I called him
good boy
For years every time he fell
I tried to kiss his pain away
with my presence
I tried to grow him up in my power
but he wanted to stay a boy
So I had to go

I called him daddy
Encountered him when I thought
I couldn't take another step
But he punished my vulnerabilities
they were disobedient to his version of me
My presence a nuisance because
he couldn't see how I had anything to teach him
he couldn't see my being as a source of knowledge
so he pushed me away
I stayed gone

Now I am at the bend in the road
and I hear my love calling
but I can't answer
I don't know his name

Long ago there was a time
when I could call him my lord
or some such title
to show both my submission to his power
and my worthiness as his equal
Where are those names now

I feel him ahead of me
calling my name
Beloved
I can hear him say
but I cannot answer him
because I don't know his name

Adoration

A cool breezes touch me
with the sounds of a home bustling
filled with voices I never want to forget
I find gratefulness welling up inside me

How are you touching my life
Where are you coming from
When will I see you

And I hear the answer
"Don't ask when."
I submit
and prepare for your coming
a faithful maiden
an oil lamp trimmed and full
a chalice ready

You promised you'd come
So I sing and dance everyday in anticipation
because you are faithful
Becoming familiar with the feeling
of living in
basking in
the feeling of your presence all around me

I am filled with love and thankfulness
I already feel you like cool breeze that touches me

Experience

Love is the experience

You can hear it in the voice
of one who is earnest in their love
and faithful in their action

Wrap yourself in it

It's in the trust of children
who watch adults fail
and still believe in them

Look for it

It's in the cold glass of water you drink
and the cool breeze touching you
on a hot day

it's yearning for you
gulp it down
let it saturate you

How a person lights up seeing you
and the way sunbeams gently touch you
even as the sun beams its heat

Know this peace
feel it deeply inside

Love is the experience

Sheba

the wisest man that ever existed
saw her and knew himself
and she chose him

known to be
blessed by the Creators touch
and her's was the expression he yearned for

she had her own legions
but her wanted to to rule her heart

daughter of the sun
she exuded so much light
he was blinded and succumbed to her being

the song of songs
a testimony to his muse

the personification of the divine
when the divine is defined
within a man

I am a daughter of Sheba
who can see the light

Twist

Stick out your tongue
lick
I don't mean saturate it
take the tip and lean it against it
when you do
exhale
I won't be held accountable
for what comes next

press your lips against it
feel the pulsing
you did that
the sheen on your lips
let me taste it

There's a formula I need to write down
between the feel of your lips
mixed with drippings of pressed pleasure
It's a chemical that makes me
twist it
it makes me

Stick out my tongue
lick
I mean saturate it
take the tip and lean it against it
when I do
exhale
hold me accountable
for what comes next

press my lips against it
feeling the pulsing
you did that
the sheen on my lips
let me taste it

Brotha

I'll never call you daddy
you could never be second best
a divine mind
love of a lifetime
my love given to no one less

you're driving through my veins
pure quality
mainlined everything about you
through time
waited until timelines
crossed like times
I'm gonna give my best

Closer than a brotha
like my own kin
whole-soul'd
this kinda of love
can only begin within

Closer than a friend
my witness
two as one
when you're blessed by the son
this kinda of love
can only begin within

Weakness
your love hits me
bending me
upward
supple our kisses
potent
enough to set this world on fire

Closer than a brotha
like my own kin
whole-soul'd
this kinda love
can only begin within
I feel safe within our love

I could sing about the stars
as your cradle
the moon a spotlight just for you
but our love makes it impossible
to think of us as two

Infinite
our love has been through time
that's why I remember you
we come back to this place to remember
no matter, whatever, we are never through
Cause you are

Closer than a brotha
like my own kin
whole-soul'd
this kinda love
can only begin within

Conception

There must have been links
in the spaces of my creation
links which would lead you
to finding me again

There must have been something
in the division of my cells
which allowed my twin
to develop in another body

There must have been something
in your first cry
which made me want to push free
the thought of you not being there
shook my tiny body
so I screamed

Held onto anybodies hand
waiting for yours
gave away kisses
waiting for yours
Let my soul be opened
waiting for yours

There must have been singing across creation
the day I became aware of myself
the moment I looked in your eyes
when conception became reality

Everything

My love is like silence
full of everything worth it
leaving everything one
and alive

My life is rich and round
like a mother's belly
I count fingers and toes
though stretched minds
anticipating and laughing

My love is like nothing
leaving everything I am

Understand

I don't think we ever knew each other

I think through all the talking

we were hiding in the silence

in all the omissions and secret places

you knew something

I didn't want to believe true but probably is

I think the many cards laid on the table

were a way for us to feel

but facts aren't essence

and it's always easy
to let someone else take over

to play the hand we were too afraid to expose

suggestions of truth

lead to images

and too many suggestions

keep emotions ankle deep and safe

to peel open and to let the soul be sliced

to expose something dark

people to paste shadows to 

and nothing more

or people twinned separated at life 

and nothing less

I don't think we ever knew each other

I think we looked into eyes that
weren't windows but mirrors
and shuttered at the thought

of the images telling the truth

Or maybe there's something in you

I can never understand

so I'll turn off the light in me

for you

Speak to Me

So receptive to you
everything in me questions
the idea of the duo
we seem to be

I yank on the strings
of my inner being
your voice rings in echo

Harmonies were made
to emulate the staves of your voice
I close my eyes to see
life's spectrum descend
daisies bloom in your shadow

I watch for you
your appearance
like a person who
can see to the heart of mischievous child
alighting it with love

Listening to the walls grow around me
You say
speak to me
my response
your servant listens

Adam

He smells like
concrete and earth
conquered by raindrops
Red clay exposed
his skin
taken in lumps into my mouth
I let it crumble and seep into my pores
I want to smell that decedent and rich
The lines on my hands
collect the finer grains of his scent
I wonder if it lingered on Eve like cologne, too

Radically Feral

 Shake my skin
feeling to freedom
loosen the binds of other people's minds
pulling free of the leashes
collars drop
like necklines on double d's

Your ideas hang loose like old neck
I thought you better
but realized you're leashed
I hop walls and scale fences you built
while claiming love compels you
but I'll keep my mind free
like the ass of the fiercest twirker

You hate my freedom
I hate the layers of veils
covering your conscious
you forgot what this journey is for

Wishing you could see me
cause you think you do
but what you see
is really you

Trying to keep me caught in a story line
so you can reign
my knee hits the ground only to eternity

I take the ideas choking you
the beliefs you don't live
the script you want me to rehearse
and gift them to the void

My soul is feral in oneness
radical in it's freedom
and looking for it's genus...

Dontcha (Inspiration)

Like black licorice
I'm not supposed to like you
the bitter truth
I do

Lingering in my dreams
you taste like
a nasty beer
I enjoyed to the last drop
no
you can't run your fingers through my hair
but.
but...

I have life lingering on your taste buds
run your image of yourself through it
and notice my love leaves no after taste

You visit me
I stamp my soul passport
and travel to unknown lands
without needing to check in

Don't waste time
thinking about the timing
she's a kind bitch
and wants us to link in ways we knew already were

I won't pretend
you don't know
so stop pretending
I don't still shake your core
cause you still call me
even if it's in your mind

She knows and she should
passports are ready
leave fiction to the makers of illusions
and stay the night in my thoughts

Dontcha know
I love you
of course you do
but like black licorice
I'm not supposed to

Unicorns

I wouldn't have believed what was seen
if I hadn't believed they existed

Right in my own yard
grazing on the grasses
I thought lacked nutrients
it stood there
looking at me
seeing me

The danger I felt as I approached
was incredible
that one horn poised at my heart
but I had to touch it
I had to get close to it's magnificence

When I summoned enough nerve
I touched it
it shifted it's weight
so I removed my hand
then noticed it had moved closer

My happiness
shining on my face
it pressed itself into me
eating from the light between both us
I digested the bliss

then noticed
I was pressed next to a face
my mouth in the hands of pure light
I shifted

the danger I felt
standing next to someone so magnificent
I could not stand to look for long
The greens I grazed
followed the footsteps of this being
and I was satisfied
I looked
I saw a blinding light
and it pulled me
it called my light

I wouldn't have believed what I had seen
had I not believed they existed

Wishes

If wishes were real

I would be able to 

look at the sky

and be blinded by light

If wishes were real 

I would be able to 

take my hand

press it to my chest

and feel the drums of Africa

If wishes were real 

I could look myself in the eyes

tell me a truth

that would make me cry

and set me free

If wishes were real

so would be 

my love

I keep thinking 

Silly as it is 

that love is like

a blanket

I can cover myself in

when I am afraid

I keep hoping love is

the Mother

that strokes my hair

and the Father 

that lifts me up high 

til I squeal

I keep wishing

love turns into 

spirit

spirit into flesh

flesh into man

and man into 

my life

If wishes were real

I would hear him calling me

from a far

I would feel his thoughts of me

I would always be in his presence

If wishes were real

You are

I am 

We be

and that would be all the wishes

made on falling stars