Bud

Inspiration: And old friend
Word: Acknowledge

For a while now, I've wanted to write a poem to you,
not a thank you, but an acknowledgment.

I allow you to move me
similarly I use you
I look to you for compassion
honesty
lustful love- still remaining true
I asked you to acknowledge me too
recall our long summers
of warm baths
and morning stories
I love our morning glory
and how the wine sinks down deeper
when I'm riding you
We be, the three of, cool together
The thick warmth of Moscato
with the dry heat from you
sizzle me like I'm dancing the Rumba
or a Jazz Ballet on pointed toes
I love when I giggle
release openly
You're an old friend
I normally trust you
but I can never really give you my heart
nor give myself to you,
or give into you
allow you to abuse me,
too.
I will always be buck enough to conquer you
I won't get lost like the hopeless do
and confused
and look to you for life.

You're simply the reflection
of my sunshine
the afterglow
of my moonlight.

Bittersweet Poetry

Inspiration: A friend of mine who is a beautiful writer wrote an essay that brought up some old memories.

Word: Bittersweet 

I feel like I have stains on my cheeks

from where tears lay faithfully

Where they dream swim and breathe-

I drank bittersweet wine

twisted into rhymes rained down on moleskins.

My pen goes in. 

I’m writing about you again.

I’m sittin’ at home without you again.

But you where never here though-

That was just a miss-recalled memory

Caused by you haunting me-

I want you to hurt me,

Cut me wide op-en deep-ah

Bittersweet poetry

It’s the most emerging emergency

I’ve lost my head for you

Been lost in you-

Sometimes I scream out openly

In public with folks around

Sometimes I bang at my head in my sleep

Sometimes, there is no sleep.

Sometimes, you are my sleep.

Sometime, we should sleep

Together.

Arm in arm, head

On one pillow.

This can no longer happen now

That thought was before I took you

Took your breath

Made you dead-

See If only

you were out of my head

If only

I could get you out of my head.

I couldn’t kill the thought

so I took my heart instead-

Now I stare like lady Macbeth

And wish away blood stained

Hands

That only wanted to be laced with your

Hands

So openly I have no regret.

And ultimately there can’t be a me

Without you

So willingly-

I take my life too.

That One Time

Inspiration: Not sure, found this in my poetry book
Word/Phrase: One Time

I said I didn't care anymore
claimed that I was over it-
But I still become stilled,
by your presences
Shaken,
by your deliciously upsetting eyes
I still sometimes get tangled in the idea
of you holding me
in your arms
keeping me
with your eyes
like you did that one time...
you see my problem is,
I'm still stuck
on that one time.

Each day I Love

Inspiration: Thinking about the things I love.
Word: Love

I love how we all breed new facets of culture
I love moments
I love how language can create itself
I love God
I love how there is only one God
I love the many extensions
I love sweet babies
the one's who bring you flowers
I love the feeling of hot pavement-
pressed against my feet
I love sand between my toes
I love being footlose
and raw and bold
I love good taco meet
and a bubbly glass of wine
I love handbells
and wind-chimes
and soft tin roof water cries
I love the color of Jenni's hair-
in the summer time
I love apples-
the kind that type
I love my room to myself
at night
I love candles
and a rough summer rain
I love meatballs
and my brother's 'black folk' spaghetti
I love nice train rides
and the brown line
I love rooftops
and flat rocks
and stars
I love dreadlocks
and Cadillac Cars
I love man, men, and humanity
I especially love being womanly-
a woman
I love women, admire a good curve
I love people
and how we all swerve
I love music
a good 10 minute song
an acoustic guitar
I love a sexy rhyme
and a haunting rhythm
I love dirty dancing
and wiggling my bum
I love finding my breath-
at the end of a long song
I love breathing
and waiting to exhale
I love the way smoke looks-
in the sunlight
I love diggin' down into the earth
and taking in the moonlight
I love lovin' and I live to love
I love the feeling of my love
setting my soul free
I love that what I love
is an extension of me

Beauty Queen

Inspiration: Thinking about self-made celebrities.
Word/phrase: Beauty Queen

It'd be tragic if a beauty queen got HIV
(The others less worrisome)
HIV will undoubtedly kill her.

Would her followers bring her
flowers, roses, comments of love
Would they write on her wall
with pictures of red kisses-

Would they like her still
favor her still?

What if the beauty queen
was kissed with solemn red lips
turing her pretty butterscotch legs
black-

Dripping riled labors of lust
into the mouth of wanting patrons
would she still be the pretty
beauty queen...

or would her blackness turn her ugly
would her butterscotch become roily
a shot of overcast
dim, musty, and gray-

Would the beauty queen still wear her crown
or would her throne be brought down
by sour embraces of other dying arms-

Would her followers recast her
or band her with blocks

Would she no longer be lusted
Would her hair become brittle
her lashed burn off?
Would her eyes lose luster
and her lips become parched for polish-

Would she become- ordinary
or rather unacknowledged
Would she become present
but not seen
spoken of
but not heard?

It'd be tragic if a beauty queen
got HIV
the others are far less worrisome
HIV will undoubtedly kill her.

The Storm

Inspiration: A really beautiful Thunder storm
Word: Thunder

Thunder away my love song
Write to me a storm
Rain though layers of my brown
and create a music
a song of Nina
Let's bachata into the motherland
and shimmer like quick sand
Let's become beauty
lay in my worlds
Dazzle me with sunshine
Massage me with foreign oils
rub me down rapidly
Dance the ballet
Move to the greatest, freedom of rum
Let my insides come
Razzle my quick dance
Lust on pointed toes
Eroticize my everything
Linger
Allow yourself a stay
as my presence rocks you
Let my heart pound inside yours
down your inner drum
Let's wade in the water
create a ferocious wave
Watch my back ripple
down to the moonlight's shine
Let's hush on the current
and drop to the flow
Let's go beyond the trees
and become lightening
We'll be fire and ice
and you can slide down
the curves of my thighs
melt
all through me
Let's lubricate the earth
and create ourselves a bed
Pick for me a throne of flowers
tickle me with their innocence
hum through hurricanes
lose yourself in space
move me
with your lips
allow the solitude
to be our grace

Self

Inspiration: Late night realization 

Word:Self 

You have to get lost, to find yourself.