Frail warrior, at first there was no breath in his body, Boy-Turning-Blue, so when he opened his abashed lips to praise the day. . . When did you falter, Thought-Woman, when did you fall asleep, and fail to give him his eagle-feathered bow, his little arrows of exhalation? And where the blood-warmed air should be,…
Tall in the doorway stands the gentle visitor. I catch my breath. (She's quite deaf, not interested in details of my décor. Her few words amaze me. Her visits are irregular, brief. When our eyes meet how I am drawn to her. I keep honey cream, in case, in the freezer. Once she stayed for…
It's a habit what we remember in what moods or places. That night, I thought, calmed by the food and wine, I could have walked with you until the twelfth of never or something like that. So we walked like that, hours through the Marais studying doors, vestibules, courtyards in the brimming three-quarter moonlight. Pit-stopped,…
Note: Traditionally, black-eyed peas are served on New Year's Eve. Each black-eyed pea one eats brings luck. Well! Johnnie thinks. He has his nerve! Crashing this party! What stuck-up conceit! Passing his induction papers around; another Negro whose feet never touch the ground. His name is Melvin Nelson. In his eyes the black of dreams…
Into your scorched apron of tumbleweeds, and I'm home: Mojave, Arid Mother, stop rocking me; I'm a man now. Don't hum your berceuse of scorpions; I'm a man. Can't you see?— Yes, I've noticed the cactus, with its bristly halo, manages on nothing: no canteen! Like messengers, like magi, the rattlesnakes sally from their cool…
Our cock is boiling in a saucepan almost ready to become you and you ask those words into our raft bed Fuck me Please sweetheart Give it to me Please Let me O fuck O your wet cunt sweet Push it in my face Jesus Let me swallow you Take my pussy Suck O Suck…
Your eyes like a lake on a windy day. They wouldn't stay still. Your mouth like the mountains behind. I wanted to kiss that day, so soft. Your breath came louder and louder. We sailed. You held me. Watched my brown shoulder. We both were afraid. I kept pushing inside you. It began to rain….
A woman adorned stands out in a crowd of otherwise Camouflaged women, and takes from her shelf all manner Of potions and powers, the oils and slick pots of colors That hold electricity and confusion of mimicry That test the ties that bind deception to reality A woman in sundappled skin can mislead with mad…
Although it stands between the kidnappers and me There's the baby's cry again the third time this long night Although it stands between me and the kidnappers and testifies There the lights are out They're all finally asleep And testifies to what I suppose I must call my freedom I don't like to look on…
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