h_o-M-e

If only to savor the depths, 

i will wade into the abyss, 

watching as the sands of time

arrest the universe, 

in hopes that in this forlorn moment 

Home, i will find

(A.k17)

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Wish

I wish i didn’t feel the way i do for you.  

That dreams of you do not follow me into the dead of the night…

that the embers of dawn did not carry your name in their midst


I have prayed that your kiss was not the nourishment i crave, 

that your touch wasn’t the calm to my soul

That we never made fire, 

that these scalding tears were not real 


But most of all, i wish you didn’t have to leave me…

Again…

PaIn

See…

I was birthed from pain

Formed in the very depths of the universe.

i laid within her  

drinking of her,

nursing at her teat. 


See…. 

i sharpened my spirit for the battle that is this Life, 

laying in wait to make it my footstool.

But nothing, 

nothing, 

prepared me for the war that lay within your arms

(A.k17)

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)