Black Poetry : ancient song: what I want

AgAbus

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May 31, 2008
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haiku


each moan, burnished light
drenches my tight closed eye-lids.
this, was orgasm



your way of loving
reeks of freshness and orange
blossoms that are song.



understand you move
in me like numb tears that work
hard to elicit


you were laughter in
veins ripe for your seedlings; now
you offer strange fires


my altar, profane
and you merge pagan with Christ-
how vulgar you are.


*************************


give me exposed moment of we…engage in the
passionate embraces of tantric existentialisms…
we document our bones, we make note of our separate
sounds…learning how to grow and create new moments
within the confines of our syllables.
we choose to speak in hurricane rhythms and heartbeats that
interpret our names in sound…sound…
we are…
given to our baseness…loving the way your thighs will
conceal the vestiges of civilization;
the way I can remember we engaged like weather gods
your thunder speaking to my lightning.
We are remembered witnesses to what we have done…
we have moved thru twilights and midnights
singed with the stench of rain…we leave impressions
of red earth and fertile crescents; emblazoning our names
across smiles and minds that run rife with smiles.





©2008
~AgAbus




 

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