said he wanted to talk about my mission
took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
talked about moses and mumia
memories of shell topped adidas
sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
at night we would watch the stars
and he would pyhsically give me each and every one
i felt like cayenne pepper
and miles between my thighs
i could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes
and i could not see that he became my voodoo priest
and i was his faithful concubine
loose like bowels after collard greens
love slipped from my lips
dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
now me non-clairvoyant and in love
made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
and i couldn't see the season changing
and the vibe slipping off it's axis
our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
the rain was falling and i could not see
that i was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
and left to drown in his sunny afternoon
in stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
the sun beat in between my shoulders like carnival drums
i sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow
so then i would really be fly
like day break inside a railway tunnel
like a diamond in the mines
like high noon to a drunkard
she made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
her skinny canvas for ultarviolet brushstrokes
she was the sun's painting
she was a deep cognac color
her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
she lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet
and full for her mouth to hold