QUEST FOR LOVE

my quest for love is no secret. as you find me gazing through you, I am looking for it in you. I
am looking for love in all places....fucking him to feel love...singing songs to hear
love...going there to be in love's presence

I am consumed by an insatiability that does not subside
I am beside myself with inquisition
my every molecule questioning its own motivation

are you for love?

screaming out...

is this love's flame?
burn me with it
is this love's claim?
take me with it
is this love's place?
submerge me in it
is this love's face?
let me kiss it
with lips calling forth bliss as the antidote to
my bondage, my sickness, my normalcy,
my utter humanity
calling forth consciousness for an infusion of cognition into my flesh healing me of my
perception of limits,
my inventions of contradictions, my phobia of peace

as I step out from the safety of familiar spaces, my rhetorical journey becomes experiential,
my day to day becomes experimental, my paradigms are shifting with growing pains, my look
has changed, no one can find me and my loved-ones plot my recapture. this new love,
looks to them like rejection of years worth of love, I mean conditioning, that keeps me predictable,
manageable by my patterns, easy to find by my trail of clues...in other words, safe

and so, it is hard for me to accept the lapse of memory that changed me from the realm of
possibility whispered into my mother's womb's late night dream, into a measure of her success,
a submission of her fears, an illustration of her proficiency
how did she forget herself as portal of
unbounded potentiality
pushing through her vagina
to reinforce the miraculous nature of
her own existence?

how did she forget herself
as conduit of
limitless creativity
its conception
stretching her while forming in her belly
then bursting forth with intensity
to reiterate the bestowing of
her own power?

how did she
pass that forgetting on
to me?

my quest for love is no secret, I seek the cure for my insomnia, I will remember how to
show my children The Universe in the design of their own faces,
I am looking for love in all places

I will find it!

PAUSE FOR THOUGHT

what if we knew?

They say...every atom in our bodies was once a part of a star. I say...that makes us all stars,
meant to shine with a divine radiance so bright and undauntedly, but what can perfection mean
if every star is different? It must mean, if we are to believe, that my shine is perfect, but your
shine is perfect too, inherently because it shines, not how it shines, where it shines, or when it
shines, but because.

Imagine you once were a star, a celestial being of enormous magnitude and intensity, able to be
seen from distances too far to count, in every direction. Imagine you are a star, burning your existence
through space, place and time. Imagine you are a star upon whose brilliance other beings wish. If only
we could imagine like the dream that drives us to breath, lest we pass away, the star atoms coursing
through our veins, mending our flesh to bone, encasing our flesh in shape. If only we knew what
we see, viewing the Universe from the eye of the star we are. If only we believed in the star power.

What if we knew? What if we knew that we already know?

LET WORDS

Let words
be lovers
lest I have no other way to
love you

I couldn't open wide enough to fit
every luscious bit
of black man poet
upon whose prolific lips I'd sit
if I simply had the chance

let sound
be seduction
bold and brazen
unraveling you to your
naked soul in
crowded rooms till you'd
unabashedly scream out
my name

let language
be possession
that whispers might
claim you
that pauses might
clutch you
that verses might
consummate
"if only" love affairs and
make appointments with
"next lifetime" adventures

let voice and intonation
stimulate me
agitate my attention
till it drips
then
stance and posture
penetrate me
let lyrics
stir me like hip strokes
change up the rhythm
just to see if I'm paying attention

let throats
lubricated with want
spew elaborate scenarios of wishes
let metaphoric kisses
brush against your
imagination

this bliss is
too much and
there is so little of me to
go around

but something you said touched me
and made me want to know
what the rest of you
feels like

for I can already imagine
that same
voice and
breath and
tongue
licking and sucking away
at my core

like it did at my
consciousness
orating me into a
hot slippery wet state of
readiness
where I anticipate the
piercing substance of your presentation
ever so
electrically/anxiously

please
I'm begging you

hit my poetry spot
with consistency
it is the
only way to
satisfy me



SECRET

Can I tell you
a secret?

Please don't
think me too
forward, but

you have
the most
delicious
aura
I have ever tasted

I ran my tongue
along your profile
and the richness of your image
still lingers on my palate

I just had to
lick the power of your stance and
suck the rhythm of your walk

I savored your voice
then swallowed every bit of your
dic-tion
mmmmmm....
your talk is tasty

your manner makes me salivate
my appetite for your stare is insatiable
your scent is delectable and
I bet
even your dreams are scrumptious

I want to eat you up
from thought to wish
and drink you down
from one delicious glass of
desire
oh...

you decadent soul
can I have you?
morning meal and
midnight snack

let me feel you
passing through my lips and
deeper and deeper down my
soul

and yes
you can come in me
with your hot thick
mystery
give me rough emotions
from the back

spew your sticky creativity
down my spine
then
ever so gently
flip me
then
kiss me
then
do me
all again
with
your
words