soul sistah, i wanna get wi’chya

soul sistah,
really,
i wanna get wi’chya.

and live a life existential and
sacred, and yet
scandalously ir-reverential.

let’s be grounded
in the metaphysical,
connected to our roots
with souls flung free.

let us make love
in the shadow of our Story,
and bask
in the afterglow of our glory.

let’s make babies,
young,
gifted,
and black.
let them know real love
by how my fingers caress your back.

I mean to getchya woman,
give you all of me
and make you mine.
but first
let us stroll a bit
and let our tale unwind.