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