Lov(her) Deux

I found it in her eyes.
What I was looking for.

There’s something to love about a “yes.”
Simple. Realistic. Giving.

I found it in her eyes.
The want to please.
The want to be respected.

We bloomed in the January of our bond,
Pollinated by newness
And what lied in a kiss.

I was anticipating winter
Or splintering summer,
But we remembered January.

It snows in January
But we lived beyond time,
Seasons can frustrate impulse,
Thus we lived in January.

Even when time tempted,
Circumstance panhandled for change,
when we didn’t seem to blossom,
And others said to plant more-


Seasons changed,

But our month stayed the same.
Warred on every
side, except my back
you had it like my heart.


writer’s note: loyalty is under appreciated.

(Longer) Sleeves

we couldnt become lovers
because my arms felt different to you
you're armageddon left me stranded
holding on to thin air
i fell
into knowing you

your mockery made me persistent
and this antithesis
became my rite of passage
although many of my brothers
died in its process

i was blessed at conception
anointed at entrance
into this rotating schema of matter
but someone shot the stork

i now wear its feathers where
angels wore them till worn
out, im now aware that the ware
i've become is different
than the other beings molded

hoping it makes me a target
i now wear my blood on my sleeve
red eye photos remain uncircumcised
circulating through heaven
while peter sips night from the little dipper

attending gate keepers and alcoholics synonymous
he had a problem with the first step
I dont, but I'm not better
my admitting was not admittance
into your heaven  
but was relief into contentment
and communion with unleavened
 -emotions

I hear God is protecting me from you
I'll let him
I hear he has plans to go old school
80's end times and all
the only sport with 122,000 on one team
and folks are still auditioning
tryout posted on handouts
by niggas in togas

or in long basketball shorts
with fitted caps
making these cd's replace crack
personally
I dont thinks its working

And...
so quickly
I fell in air
and you're still hatin on my arms

trick, do you know who i am
my means betray my me-ness

I once drove this taurus
to see twins who managed to get rid of crabs.

who else rocks A1's, folk-music ringtones
repents, preaches, poets, and been picked up
to get locked out

and you cant get passed my arms

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Love Poem #1

this jaded black skin
- kiss
- touch

How does it feel?

Im threatening (brought to you by the letter y)

im not angry
Im black `

whats become synonymous with one of my cultures
has created cults based on anonymity and enmity
yet we are no more homogenized than artistry

i love your boxes
i have a few of my own

whats become of stereotypes are our expectations
so now what legitimizes our autonomy as equity
is repossessed by mental infancy and bigotry

Cold press

lets not talk about love no more
its sick, the sadism is saddening
and the ramifications are permanent
the love we write about aint happenin
lets become prolific and simple
the complications of this birth
is shaping our earth
and the pen aint worth the verse
i once pricked my finger
to write about love
because thats all that seems to matter
work for some,
sports for other
politics and religion for the rest
and we're all sleepless over love
so lets talk about something else