we kiss and color bliss outside the lines / scholar
blind. we trace sun and bow the rain until sky dances
a prismatic trance. we hope / black isotope in heart
this kaleidoscope of skin, lips apart / we collide / twin
isosceles. this is what happens when black love
becomes anti-coumadin - this collusion of caress:
a high platelet count. a thickening. a quickening.
a beautiful thrombosis. climb into my throat, a moat
awaits for you. and no, this isn’t death, this is dilation.
eyes irradiate every curve and stains nerves with x-ray
and africa cures cancer as foreplay creating more day
after dark - hummingbirds and meadowlarks: this is us.
give unto me your every pore. we are too celestial
to ever be a slum caesar. we arrive just in time, masters
of senseless syntax, but dont it just reek? real love
is always speechless / so open your mouth
(insert gasps-of-breath here).
(a longing for living here).
spark touches into song and torsos sing-along,
a seizure. quantitatively cumulus. an oral borealis
this throng of kisses, a game of throbs / mouth slobber,
palpitations, confrontation, capitulation. we are as mud
daubers, lover, in touch / almost ouch-less. come and be
wireless. rerouted. i’m saying please. i’m your beggar
of choice. lips mob skin with sin / and so ends the ruse /
the profuse confusion / this concussed seduction.
surrender unto us the divinity of our own wayward
error-roticism then the world will be yours where you
remain mine. a freedom free of the need for being free.
servants to this cubism of skin, a din dadaism prim
and proper. a dennis hopper / cyndi lauper love,
psychodelic but more bucolic. with black people
and slightly less LSD.
dreams eat the heart and love
begins again begins again begins again…
dark-freak-went-seas; urban eros / and more amore’
neurosis. (what?!?!) new roses. lipnotic / HA!
elect-trick-kiss; non-virginal voltages, shocked waves.
www dot asms dot org. clitoral / a literal smorgasbord
dee-lish-us / lush / some lust / this husk of love
(what!?!?!) a lewd askew-i-cide nude now and naked
rough, raw and aw, shucks / fucks for faith & fun
cinnamon sinnn-say-shunnn… clichés anshit…
we hold on, we hold out, we huh, huh… cum…
become… become cum… jusbe… we come up… gum
up again the sum up… we suck up sun… up from…
(what!?!?!?) then luck up until we fuck up good
and drum up life. the night relaxes us but we
fight sleep, we creep-creep
and begin again begin again begin again…
where bodies touch is a vertical horizon line. surprised
by love we arise; fall colors bloom and consume
summer’s heat painting the sky with passion’s taint,
a disguise of love. reprised by love we outline space,
take flight / race light eat the night / divine by faith,
a light wail, our wail-being in cries of love; our sighs
of love, a seismic rift, this rift in the universe. nothing
is wasted, wanting it all until falling above the waist
and below the belt where spirit relies on love amending,
bending, and cleansing our bodies… our body…
two heads and one tongue
as we begin again begin again begin again.