Two Women With Mangos Original Painting by Paul Gauguin

Her Telephone Mouth

5 am tulips

fell on a

drumskin blooming,

uncurled

codas of nerves.

a hypnoticism

of notes

shook

d

o

w

n

sepia

sugar

gowned

in

red dusk.

she breathed feathers.

aroused

my oak to

scream and

deflower sky

a lighthouse leaning

lengthy

aching

arcing

brown bow taut

and

vibrating

in the hot breeze of

syllables

that were

dark reverberations

whispered

like smoke spoken.

Button

first

i will make

an "O"

360 degree

alphabetical cipher of

lips

space travels

to the place

that unravels your

body's past smallness

when you floated

connected to God

through woman

now

it is where i

whisper

wet words

in reversed rotations

till you

R  A  I  N

'cause

i like making rain music

playing alto perched

atop this soft

planet hill

eclipsing your ellipse

with tongue

lightning.

Jazzmine

my lips

are jazzmen

on her

jasmine

neck

blowin'

slow sultries in

C what you did?

rain has

come

and massaged

the ground

soft.

Exit Wound

she burns my memory

she said

she felt like a whore

when i would leave her body

(her room was accusational when i left )

never knowing

i would have stayed inside her

like a hot tide

frozen and silent

and washed us clean like

baptism

(if i knew)

if only she could see

that i never fucked her

only loved

only

only

only

this

only love.

Mujer de Rodillas con Vera Original Painting by Diego Rivera

U Like

i miss u

like baked earth

aching

begging clouds to

cry cool and wet

seep into the abandoned rhythm of desert

missing yr musicality

like i want to kiss that drum

in yr chest

invoke yr lips to melody

with eyes shut tight

burn solos into the

wetness of yr funkiest groove's mouthpiece

missing u

like a motherfucker

fiendin' to bow eternal symphonies into

the don't stop of yr hip hop

grip your bass and

swim in u

deep

so very deep

so historically deep

we could birth

the mightiest most beautiful

tribe

missing u till

my hands have used

my manhood to sketch mantras of

yr name to the air

over and over

until i snowed u gloriously

patterning the rug with

memories of yr body

and mine making

69 cookie cutter paisleys

into grateful bedsheets

missing u like delta blues

sung mournful

in the jim crow mississippi of my soul

drowning in amber waves of liquor

to renounce this rabid patriotism

to erase yr religion

needing to forget

my palms' longing to be

congregation to the

sacred sacred soft

this craving to inhale u

to hold my breath

and keep u inside ME

for the most precious of seconds.

i miss u like

this black hole

chasm emptiness

the echoes of me

screaming through my

dreams til i awaken spent

and sticky

with the addiction of u

glistening on my lips

yr thighs imprinted on the face

of my dream's reminiscence

leaving a vacancy that yawns

and grows and smells like u

missing u like

i can't recall the words

or maybe they're insufficient

so i hum, moan and

pray u on my knees holding myself

to keep the explosion at bay

my arms encircling me

fingers a uniting of nations

forcing the war drums down

missing u like

u are oxygen and there is

no breath left inside me

so i just