When air is not breath
and water is not life
men turn into things
fair and foul
courageously perform
or hide
there is a magic
no sigil can spell
no incantation can provoke
no love can consummate.
Fuel for someone’s fire
reacting to sparks
Woodies going up in flames
warm breath on my crotch
Burning crosses
lawn dreams
as often as not.
Do you dream of me
a leathered clown
you prefer a beggar
who bleats for food
a buffoon
in the midst of baboonery.
Skyscraping a living
sparrows falconing justice
tearing talented tenths to shreds.
Left in the atlantic
by the millions
minnows pretending shark
eyes bigger than their teeth.
Justice more cruel than freedom
not available to 3/5ers
railroaded past stations
filled with burlapped cotton.
I sing to mulattos
seminal relations of a nation
Disinherited
Disenchanted
Disenfranchized
Disheartened
Destroyed
Dark and dusky
raised fists
on one knee
prayers shouted outside church
are unacceptable protest
There is a disclaimer
with the American dream.
In a world between
waking and sleeping
you came and lay
upon my back
In my ear
low groan moan
I know you want me
you writhe
grind
bite
lick the mark away
suck
tongue tracing patterns
your legs between mine
smooth over me
I smell your burn
I lick my lips
Massage my coiled shoulders
nails an occasional counterpoint
nipples harden
your breasts
propel them along my back
I moan
you marvel
glide your palms
across your breasts
wish they were my hands
lean close to my ear
and whisper
I know you want me
. . . now.
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