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.

Two


Love
leads
us to truth.

we climb
through the rubble
and debris and lies
of a past less ordinary
to claim our
History.


Love
cuts
through our soul


I hear you
when you can’t speak.
I feel you
when you cry out
in joy
or in pain,
I got you.

Love
bonds
us to love.

let us cry out
together.
let them know
our song.
let them know
that we are more.

my love
is
your love

I got you,
and you have me:
all
of
me.
what else do we need?

together
we are
one.


epilogue:
my heart
to your heart.
your beautiful soft lips
to mine.
tell me no lies
and I will
sing
to you
of love.

Clairvoyant

tightly rounded shoulders.
arms crossed
defiant.


emotional mma champ
4 decades running.
all
holds
barred.

pursed and
shriveled lips
frame an austerity
so sharp,
your acerbic wit
oft goes
unchallenged
&
unnoticed….


like your heart.


not yet shriveled,
it is tight with a yearning,
for that breath of life
denied
so long ago,
time
and time again.


you see,
when you looked in my eye
and said,
“I’ll be fine”.

I already knew.


and you did too.



These Tears

these tears
you feel
streaming down my face
were baptized in anger.

stolen
raped
lynched
sexualized
ridiculed
demonized
feared
murdered
shamed

and that was just yesterday.

i don’t know
if i can forgive you.

i don’t know
if i want to.

ancestral sins haunt us all
but your
continued wanton lust to
dominate
weakens you and
hath awaken the fury,
and the fire
within
me.

within us.

and all of hell’s glory
shall rain
upon your misguided,
twisted, and
vacated souls.

still then
i don’t know
if i will forgive you.

i don’t know
if i will want to.

these tears are not to soften my fear-
these tears will wash away the blood to come.

so let us tumble together
along this
slippery
descent
into Oblivion.