It is a crime to let love dissipate To squander love’s potential To dictate the why’s and how’s and who’s of love To get or give the blues for love We whore away the blessed energy of the man/woman synergy That yin yang thang That we long for and cry after in our sleep… Black love is a concept we kick around Like some africanic hackey sack While we sling our rhymes Our soulful couplets about coupling Confusing consciouness with copulation Getting mind phucked in the process We spew and call it flow We flow but we are afraid of fluids, of the fluidity that love demands Comic in our karmic epiphanies We talk the talk and make words sing But fail to give our lovers wings So we remain earthbound and aching And the universe weeps For us For how often we get it wrong How the brothers run and the sisters cling How we clutch and claw at every thing And so refuse to fly. Desperation takes root The air is ionized with envy Hairs stand on end And the metalic taste of jealousy pools beneath our tongue. Graveyard love is what Sister Toni called it… Graveyard love. We beat hearts into submission and stake our claim Love can be killed… but cannot be tamed, And so….we are guilty of murder. In the name of love we commit crimes of passion that leave us bruised confused and solitary We fashion a prison out of our lost and longing loneliness And on its walls we sketch the face of the brother who crawled beneath our skin The sister who stole our breath And left us in airless exile. And so Each day we rise with nameless yearning Praying we’ve grown wiser through the lessons we’re learning Searching the eyes of those we meet Looking for that one who will make us complete And each lingering gaze holds an unspoken plea… Are you the love that will set my heart free?