I lay awake, perspirated,
self-aided yet still frustrated,
needing to be hydrated -with -your -LOVE -unsatiated.
Remembering the unequated,
to be penetrated,
ejaculated and saturated,
then, the swell of the procreated.
I long to be pollinated -by -you -again.
As I ruminated rhythms palpitated,
essence of my yearning emanated and vibrated –against -the -WALLS.
Lingering scent of incense incinerated,
lips part for the accommodated,
undulated and unadulterated,
The sun rises over me accusingly.
Alienated for having deviated,
In want of being validated,
the void commiserated because it’s -Complicated.
Though opportunity to be captivated
and ravishingly consecrated,
I have duly abated -discombobulated.
Fast forward time, accelerated.
Return of my king celebrated.
We be consolidated,
me elated, you -fellated.
My thirst quenched and evaporated.
Intensity of intimacy not hallucinated.
We float in delicious -af -ter -glow.
The sun will be left to weep inadequated.
It took almost losing my soul
To find your love
I met what I imagined to be a boy
But was presented a man
And the realities that I assumed
Only to be dreams
now bring up the sun
The bandage I wore
To piece together
Has become a shield
Over my eyes
Fore I see no one
2 addicts should never be friends
11 days sober
To stay clean but
Both anticipatin the artificial insemination
Of a temporary pleasure
And when it goes down
They crawl from their warm n fuzzy
Disgrace smeared like shit
on their faces
Pointing fingers at each other
Claiming it was the other Motherfucker who initiated it
They cry and beg for forgiveness
Then make a gang of false promises
But never gettin what they seek and
Not hearing what they speak
The only truth spit from their lips is
“Same time, next week”
To say that I “love” u
would be a grave understatement
i breathe in the sweetness that
u breathe out from ur lungs
I hear ur voice
b4 u prepare ur palette
to utter the poetry
that sings from ur speech
Gacaliye, I’d open a vein for u
Banana: Hey girl, how you doin Ki?
Kiwi: Hey B, whatchu up to?
Banana: Nothin much, just thinkin maybe you wanna hook up later?
Kiwi: Nuh uh! I heard u told Cherry I was a tart!
Banana: What r u sayin? Nah gurl, I called u tangy. Besides my sweet and your tart would make a great mix gurl.
Kiwi: Mmmm i dunnooo…. maybe… alright i guess-
Kiwi: Oh wait somebody’s on my other line
…two minutes pass while Banana waits for his answer.
Kiwi: Hello, B? That was Grape.
Banana: Tsss, what’d HE want?
Kiwi: He was askin if I wanted to hook up later, talkin bout he was all juicy for me and—
Banana: What’d you TELL him?
Kiwi: (smiling coyly) I told him I was mixin it up with you later and he got all defensive sayin he was just kiddin and that he had too much to do later anyways…… I can’t stand sour grapes.
Banana: Yeah, Haters!
My son has an imaginary Daddy
With whom he takes on imaginary trips
Adventures to imaginary lands
And sails on imaginary ships
He’s created his own world
Where fathers don’t abandon their sons
Here he can admire the man
That he’s one day destined to become
My son has an imaginary Daddy
A Daddy who lives in his dreams
His Daddy shows him right from wrong
And many wonderful things
A warm ocean breeze is washing over my face and gently brushing the hairs at the nape of my neck
Whispering in a tongue alien to my ears but as familiar as my mother’s womb to my heart
The sea’s waves are rising and falling against my ribcage dictating my breathing pattern with its pressure
As the tide approaches the shore a tickling stirs in my abdomen as if descending on an amusement park ride
The water is dancing on the sand tauntingly, yet demanding the respect it deserves
Relaxing I can already feel its preamble of tentacles, moist and preparing
The intensity of the waves’ motion is increasing, growing massive in height and might
This can only mean the tide will be reaching me shortly
Soon I will be engulfed in a tropical sea
My breathing synchronizing
The mist chanting sweetness in my ear
And the words once alien to me becoming my mother tongue
15 Hours and 56 minutes since we last spoke
Was hoping to hear from you when I awoke
I reset my phone cuz maybe it’s broke
Now its 16 hours &1 minute and this ain’t no joke
Did something bad happen for me to worry
Maybe you had to leave town in some big hurry
Or were you arrested or abducted in a flurry
Is there a perpetrator out there I need to bury
Were you in some sort of accident
Are you laid out in pain on the pavement
Have you broken bones that need to mend
Are you wrapped up in a plaster encasement
Don’t tell me SHE came back and stole you away
I put it on you too good for you to stray
My heart can’t take you leaving me today
If so tell her run cuz I don’t play
16 hours 12 minutes and still no you
I’m getting restless but what can I do
Said you’d be back but so far not true
My imagination has got me coming unglued
If someone hurt you they better flee
Cuz I won’t show them any mercy
Got my backup and I’m in a taxi
187 on whoever took you from me
With false courage on my lips
I kiss you goodbye
I won’t be cliché, I will not cry
Most of my heart is torn from my chest The biggest part you now possess
This hollow frame counts as your footsteps disappear
28 29 30 into nowhere
The glass fogs from the heaviness of my breath
I try not to breathe at all,
The sun warms my forehead, pressed against the pane
Its rays energize and cultivate the strain
of my pain
Let me peel myself from the view
which has diminished in value
Must busy myself with work
There’s plenty to do
But my motivation is in the extra heart riding on a quest
Tell me can you sense your blood pumping in excess?
My passion and devotion flowing through your cells
Laced with the sweet secrets that we cannot tell
I’m getting weaker every moment my heart stays removed from me
My blood growing still as organs begin to atrophy
I need you to return quickly
and place it back inside of me
I trust you’ve taken care of it as you always do
But I need it to survive……I need you
I am flat on my belly
Tall blades of grass engulf me
Camouflaged, my cheek nestles against the earth
My ear listens to the music of history below the surface
The richness of the soil penetrates my nostrils
And entrances my mind
Adrenaline pulsating through my veins like heroin
I am high
To be the Hunter
And the Hunted
Painful pleasure to be had
I need to taste, to be tasted
My prey is near
My eyes tightly shut
Lashes mix and intertwined like branches of ancient trees
No need for sight
when the wind tells
I hear his thoughts, his needs
The universe vibrates beneath his footsteps
Each heal to the ground
drums a pulsating call
Through my chest
Encouraging my heart
to continue its dance
My skin pricks and tingles
as the taste of the salty sea
and the sweet, dark confection
Of his flesh approaches
I salivate with anticipation
hips raise slightly
Palms press into the moist, cool dirt
Soon he will be within range
I will attack without mercy
No amount of pleading
will exonerate him
A jolt, thick humidity slices open and he is upon me
He is ON me
My hunger has weakened
betraying my senses
I am so very hungry
But I am now his captive
His thirst assaults
But I will not surrender
will not go without
I strike back with the force of
backed into a cave
with nowhere to run
And then, the engaging fusion
water vs fire
Hunger and Thirst rival
Both shall have their fill