Glass Jar
Warm Kingston winds
Bring sugar cane sounds
Into my bedroom.
They strum the beat
Of his heart
Against my eardrums
So I may hear the peace of God
In his chest
As he sleeps.
A butterfly’s wings
Envelope the essence
Of each blink and stride,
Sending echoes of motion
That transform his movements
Into a fingerprinted force
Of air against my skin,
Turning a warm breeze
Into an invisible embrace.
A strong dose of dark rum
poured into the most beautiful mold of a man
with glitter in his smile
and gold in his eyes.
enthralled by it all,
I tried to catch it in a jar:
the beauty of his noise,
his touch, his scent
but the echoes of his voice,
pressure of his fingerprints,
the beats of his heart
all broke the glass
and the love I was collecting
went as quickly as it came…
fading into the wind
like the spirits of love past.
Love In The City
i can picture it:
a still image of love in the midst,
encircled by city life and stories of warmth.
i can’t know what will evolve,
but i can think of how it feels
to be loved, and to love, a man like you.
so i imagine the emotion,
sketching it in my mind,
letting the words of our conversations flesh out the possibilities
and allowing me to make love to the idea of us.
then i freeze it in mid-formation,
freeing my mind from false consumption,
dizzy from inhaling so many thoughts
of things that may never develop into reality.
so i release the idea from my mind,
smearing the memory of love on a canvas
so that i never forget the moment
when we one day created a masterpiece.
R&B
I want to write a poem of rhythm and blues,
To compose a smooth and melodic tune
To the rock of your walk and the roll of your stroll,
To the hip-hop beat-bop of your neo-soul
I hum to the mere thought of you,
And if I could paint your image in acrylic stains,
I would never complete the canvas of your frame
So I groove on the smooth strides of your terrain,
Hear the beat drop slow and cool like rain
Cuz it’s you that I groove to
I replay your voice in my head cuz I choose to
And not cuz you’re stuck in my head like a played-out chorus
I write lines of music notes that play songs just for us
My words a treble verse over the bass of your grace,
Got me noddin’ my head to your rhythmic pace
In your presence I hear reggae in the air
Feel my waistline wind to the bass line
Hips and lips all move in unison
A glow in my skin bright like full moons
Cuz it’s you that I groove to
No other man’s music so could easily move through
My mind as I see the jazz that dances in your eyes
How can I not be moved by the warmth of your groove
So let me write you a poem of rhythm and blues
To the rock of your walk and the roll of your stroll,
To the hip-hop beat-bop of your neo-soul
Because you are a composition
That my soul can never erase.
Inside
i’m longing for a sense of utter completion,
that kind of full stomach feeling of a meal I can’t digest,
not that I’d complain because having a belly full of that kind of love
would put starvation to the test…
Pharmeceutical companies could bottle your namebrand and sell you as a cure for anorexia
cuz ain’t no way you’d catch me dieting when i’m already overdosed on your prescription,
gaining weight in my cerebrum, under my tongue, in my middle, between my legs…
anywhere, anyplace my body can fit you.
tasting you is sacred
and swallowing you is like having the seeds of the earth travel to the core of my existence
only to plant itself into the warmest parts of my flesh
to sprout into the most beautiful example of life
because when you are inside of me in any kind of way,
I am more alive than during any other momentary peace I can find.
and having that moment, feeling you travel down my middle so warm and smooth
like a shot of Vodka caught on fire on my tongue,
sparkling its flames with fervor down my throat–
those are the split seconds of satisfaction that I crave when i’m without you.
i love when you are so united with my body
that you entangle me in 50 states of confusion
so that i have to retravel my footsteps on a roadmap
that you can retrace a million times with your skills of direction
to the point where I don’t remember where I’ve been or where i’m going
because having you inside of me is the only place i know…
and with your compass pointing north you guide us
to some far away place full of uncharted territory,
but i don’t care where you are going, as long as it is somewhere
deep
inside of me.
and the only thing different between you in me yesterday
and you in me an hour ago and you in me now
is that every time you enter me, you get a little deeper
until deep is just a word that dissolves in the bottomless sphere of your love
and how well it can fulfill me.
i want you inside…need you inside of me
can’t live on my own without your coexistence guiding me
because with you i’m fulfilled…
and to be without you is an incompleteness that i never want to experience.
Write On
I color you Creative,
and call you Conscious,
in this bland environment
that begs for your opinion.
You will write it back to fruition
because your words revive the soul
and the world needs to hear you…
so Write on, my sister. Write on.
Dissolve the chains of oppression,
erase the concept of sexism
in a world where every second,
there’s a new definition
for “feminism.”
You inhale intelligence
and exhale wisdom,
speaking justice into existence.
Your voice is like a freedom song
and the world needs to hear you…
so Write on, my sister. Write on.