I just need to
dance, to see the best in self, so acrobatic—sipping like living, miracles in
pain, going inside, like life is wonderful.
seesawing, eating
seaweed, sawed in halves, running in different directions
I see you, I grow
infected, fighting numbness. as a partway charmer, a sensitive soul, a man
needing cheerleading. most won’t say it, needing permission, fretting the last
performance; so human, so conditioned, I love like I’m intoxicated. I fall,
hitting backstreets, revving a 450 engine. I smash out—doing donuts, the friend
has a Cutlass Supreme. never thought it, a mulatto, racing in an old school.
the fire you give, like the engine I ride, so addicted to tomb whispers.
I thought lately,
womb measures, afflicted by occasion, born to survive. going through pressures,
seeing the source in others, like riddled, a game, much fierceness in
blue-purple. riding dice, crossing tracks, my child in me—to do what was said,
to beef up credibility, my word becomes like breathing—
musical machines,
sexy endeavor, never the way a woman tries her existence.
I tread a valley, I
pet a camel, it’s like hell sorting a thousand gnats.
the taste of wines
the cheese in delicacies the fire in a green light. to die like it never
happened, upon agreement, laughing out of ignorance.
I noticed
something, men mad at women, it’s a man’s flame to get the best in her
behaviors. tonight might kill us, the grave might be sweet, pushing sediments,
soil, salt, sacred renditions.
I read every line,
I asked Camelot, I was sick over a genet.
I met her, I saw
hips, small chest, a deliberate excellence. I was smitten. I said nothing. it
was crazy pouring out. only once, now I’m reserved, many do not enter fully. got to end correctly, the haven you
give, the texture in fire as flame so cursed.
