e.l.l.e.

i am season
dawnin’ halfpast
sunset & dawn
transcendence cast
earth – wind – fire bleeds
black orpheus eyes
godsangel green
black lillies blossom
-n- essence of
myrrh
breathin’ life
to goddess
baskin’ songs
of solomon’s
touch


she is beauty
etched in
mahogany’s dream
laid in pillar’s liar
reflection of orisis’ love
2nd only to
god’s smile


i am midnight blu
danced across lips
slipped against hips
swallowed rifts of
deep-throated
chickenfoot blues
buried way down
deep
in the mississippi delta


we froc(lick’d)
upon spools of silk
weaved passion at
gates of boudoir’s door
(((shivers stir)))
unlock doors
of ecstasy 2
heaven & earth
ruled by
we


her skin touches
mine
as constructs of
i + e.l.l.e.
divided by
alpha • omega
pi
=
eternity


we tongue kissed
i suckled
& stroked
traced oblique lines
2 belly
lips aligned 2
nestle in warmth of
honeypot gold
sustenance for days
released an oasis
in the secret life
of bees


i feasted upon
exotic cuisine
masala legs
bowed 2 vertex
as sounds of nina
coupled intensity
grinds our love…metaphysically expressed
unconventionally said
for days…weeks on end


we drunk
invisible lines sketched from
neck 2 ear
fallin’ chin 2 breast
favor returned
straddled into submission
givin’ permission for
deep strokes of
daddies di(c)k


she kick’d stillettos
clapsed around waist
moans perfectly simmered 2
junket of paradise
wickedly thrusted 2
the cradle positon
access granted 2
paradise cove
destination unknown
ridin’ wings of sexcstasy


secret garden explored
sounds of
in a sentimental mood
paint the bare existence
of being


…string hang in balance – reminscence of dusk


i am season
dawnin’ halfpast
sunset & dawn
transcendence cast
earth – wind – fire bleeds
black orpheus eyes
godsangel green
black lillies blossom
-n- essence of
myrrh
breathin’ life
to goddess
baskin’ songs
of solomon’s
touch


K-NYNEthepOetiksoul©2010

black afrika

stick, stone, and bone
cemented in blood & sand
my tears fall for
naked emperors
lost in battle as
souls of black folks
hearts are ripped from
their native homeland
indigenious tongues
never forgotten
but almost
invisible in history


K-NYNEthepOetiksoul©2010


"there is but one coward and that is the coward that dare not know" ~w.e.b. dubois