ClEaNse

You must wring it out… 

cleanse it off you,

Out of your homes

out of these walls…

You must beckon your truth from beyond 

 

(A.k17)

 

 

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The wOmen

The women before me, 

the wives,

ministers,

Shamans,

teachers

the echelons, 

the leaders…

the ones who made a feast of their silence on the daily

bowing at the altar that is their husbands


The ones who pierced the night

beckoning their husbands from the dark,

cleansing their palates from the bitter aftertaste of lust lugged home by their husbands


These women 

they live in me

their silence fires my soul

emboldens my passion and stride 

strengthening me in hours of doubt..

for them i carry the torch of life 

(A.k 17)

bold

You are too bold, they said. 


Do my words sting?

does your blood rise from fury from the flow of truth uncouth?

does my release from years of tormented silence shrivel your manhood?

does the blood coursing from my ripened tongue turn your flesh cold?


Look,

bear witness

as the color gushes forth unbidden from this ocean

 

(A.k17)

maGIC~

I brew magic everyday

on this ebony canvass divine

Wringing ugliness,

destitution and death from this body of mine

I have kissed every crevice,

spoken lovingly to the darkened parts, 

serenaded it under the starry moonlight

and awoke it with kisses at dawn…

i have loved myself to life,

with every birth and breath of mine,

to have you rip me apart again.

(A.k17)

strenGTH

He hated it. The strength of my tongue

like he taught me to tame it. The fire that burned beneath my chest….

like he taught me to make a feast of my mother’s silence. 


This wanton tongue of mine, 

fashioned from the oppressed eyes and sighs of the supple bodies

sharpened edges doused in the tears of my women passed. 


Yeah 

This tongue will no longer hold this weight. 

She will soar free with no fear.

(A.k17)

BeD

On this bed…..

i have tasted those lips,

sealed our fortunes with a thousand kisses.

I traced your very lifeline with my tongue,

etched my name on your being,

now you wear my imprint on your soul

Adorned to the heavens with my wiles


On this bed…

I have choked on your distance 

cowered from your heated malice…

i have bitten down on this tongue that once pleasured you…


On this bed.

i watch your strangeness make a home

On this bed.

(A.k17)