Black Poetry : The Funk

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    The Funk


    They call me elusive in the day and
    luscious at night, I am that feeling
    in your left leg trying to be the
    funk in your right.

    I am music to your body movement
    the rhythm in your dance, the beam
    of light in your darkness and the
    shadow at just the right glance.

    I am the softness in your silk and the
    water in your bath, the melody of
    your song and those good feelings
    you always want to last.

    I am the scream in the night, the sheets
    you hold tight, the phone that doesn’t
    ring, your ultimate delight.

    They call me elusive in the day and
    luscious at night, I say I am just the
    funk… “Don’t you think that’s right”?


    Copyright by Yvonne Coleman Burney 1998
     
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