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Storm The clouds left the sky, And to earth they came. They visited us with rain, And a cold darkness. I saw the curtain of black hair that fell from the sky, And I felt saltless tears as they fell on my face. I heard the wailing of a widow, Who shared her grief with me. We both felt cold, We both felt alone.

Natural Resource My hand touched this piece of earth. It's shinning color dyed my hands. My hands moved and recreated. My fingers formed lines and curves. Sweat slid from my chin, And collided with hands that now belonged to a goddess. It slid to what has changed. From what was taken from it's mother, To scarring it's capture, To what lies before us in its new shape. It's improved form. It's restricted image. It's forced compliance to the rules of humans.

What's My Deal? That would be black love. Wild, Involving, Demanding, Giving, bed shaking, bone rattling, possessive, sweet, salted, musty, Explosive, Lingering, Warm, And ready to do it again.

February 14th A week away today, I wondered about the ships. Today there is one. I saw it from the hill. It's shimmering presence, Was reflected in the dark water by its side. I knew that lovers would come, They had to. A small island, Beautiful and green, And hinted with heat. They would find each other's embrace, And look up at the full moon that possessed the sky. Their bare feet rested on the cold sand, As they heard the surf. It was not that far away, As it defied the commands of Persideon, To kiss the toes of land. Parts of a song drifted towards them, "I love you, I love you, I do." I focused my eyes, And saw it, As it slowly slipped out of port.

An End to it All He stares up at the night sky. He sees one star, Then two, Then they become one again. As, and where his head moved They would follow. He laid across a ring, That floated in a pool, His pool. His wife learned how to swim in this pool. He wanted to cry, He laughed until his sides ached. They had wanted to have children. How many times had he seen himself cradling his month old daughter? Or seen his son at the age of seven, Calling to him to see him dive into the pool? But for some reason they never had. He found out why a month ago. She was on the pill, She used a diaphragm, She made love with someone else. It fell from his hand, Floated, Then slowly sank. The light hung on to its metallic point, As it met the tiled bottom. He was a coward. He knew that he was a coward. He wanted to leave feeling good. His eyes grew heavy with sleep, But he knew that it was not sleep that bid him come. As he saw his eye lashes close down, He heard pounding on his door. He heard the shou...

Among The Clouds Hold onto me. If you don't, You will fall. I am the one who has the wings. Guess why I never gave you any? Scream, I'll just fly higher. Enjoy the view. You are mine. You will always be mine.

Apologize Touch, kiss, lick, “I’m sorry.” Whispered my lips. Hands roam further, Eyes see more. “I’m sorry.” Once again slips from my weak lips. What I touch burns, hardens, and quivers. “Ah! I’m sorry, that your sorry.” He tells me. “Don’t be sorry. Be with me.” I crawl over his body, And cover him with my shaking one. I lick his lips, I kiss his neck, I touch his cheek. “I’m sorry.” I murmured into his shoulder blade. “Stop lying. Tell me the truth. What do you really feel?” He asked. His strong arms held me away from him. I look down into his eyes. My mouth opens. My tongue runs over my dry lips. “You are mine.” My voice said. I slowly come to rest once again on his chest. My lips met his, And his tongue met mine. I’m sorry my husband to be, You will not have a virgin bride. I’m sorry. I press my body into his.

Untitled I A feather swirls point down, The water below expects it, But moves on any way. II She makes a right turn, Just to bubble and swirl around a few stones and a small tree. She quickly puts a mile behind her. She calms and pulls herself together. III She comments to herself that it is a wonder that she has this much of herself to pull together, Considering the lack of fain this month. Rushing along she passes below old Johnson Bridge. "The 1849's built that bridge, But it was more like a 1849'er, Mr. Johnson, the banker. The beams had to be replaced last year. I should know, I'm the one that goes around them, And who crashes into them. IV "Good bye Bubbles." "Good bye Johnson." "Besides Bubbles, the others that pass by on a regular bases is Mr. Johnson and his grand kids, They come by every Sunday afternoon to walk and pick flowers. The flowers usually come from the meadow on the eastern side of me, The town is to the west.(FYI) V ...

Needed I sat with my legs being held to my chest, As close as I could get them as I laid in bed. Tears were coming down my face. I hate crying. Why was I crying? I didn't want to cry, He was the one who would suffer I know that I'm a good person. I know I am. I hate myself No one wants me, And I want someone. I do.

This Kiss, This Kiss 1 My hand slowly traveled up the front of his shirt, My fingers played with his collar. The tips of my fingers grazed his chest and the lower part of his neck 2 My head was bent as he looked at me. I tried once again to tell myself that it was true. He was here, I saw my gold ring shining in the afternoon’s light. We belonged to each other. He wanted me. 3 My eyes traveled up to his eyes, As my hand closed in on the back of his neck. I felt his hands as he pulled me closer. Our breaths kissed before we did 4 Soon the wall, floor and air, Was filled with capping and cheers. As much as I wanted to cling to him, I had to let him go. We then turned to world, And pronounced man and wife.

Clairvoyance I looked up and saw him looking down on me. Then he smiled, and I fell apart inside. I reached out my fingers to touch his face, I collided with cold glass. I stepped back and closed my eyes. His fingers grazed the keys, The drummer tapped his skins softly, And I heard the whisper of a violin. As I opened my mouth his voice tumbled fort. My head swayed from side to side. I sang with him a duet, With a silent voice. My body began to move. My hands were raised to the level of my eyes, And his emotions where shown on my face. I became elegant, Enrapturing, music.

Exile "Oh, stop it." I told my self in disgust.I folded my hands around me,and held my coat to me, even thought I did not feel the cold. I do miss him, but there was nothing I could do about it.I looked over the small channel and looked at the island's lights.Wishing that they were the New York sky line.

Waking... With legs crossed, And mind absorbed in the sad tale of a song I reflected on my life. As the heat radiated from my body, I felt no cooler, no warmer. I sat naked under the blanket, with one leg revealed. My hands crossed themselves as they rested on it. I felt so tired. I needed someone. I felt his hand as it rubbed itself up and down my back. I looked to my side to see his face that was naked of its glasses. I can hardly believe that I am here with you. I am in bed with you, and you’ve touched my naked body as I have touched yours. I am sorry that I did not have sex with you, I am in love with you. You know this don’t you? But I will wait for our wedding day. That night I will give you all that is me. Whole and complete. I reached out my hand and laid it on the side of his face. You are real. Dream sweetly my love, dream of me. Like I have dreamed of you.

I Send me some snow, And I'll send you a flower. II A flower that has breathed the same air as I. A flower that will give you it's last breath of the Caribbean. III Smell it's fragrance, And you will smell the sea. You will taste the salt on you tongue, As you smell it engulfing you. IV You will taste the sugar cane as it grows around you. You will fell this liquid sweetness as it slides down your throat. V Feel the tropical sun as its air surrounds you. Feel the warmth as it shines down on your out stretched limbs, And defrosts your bones and your soul. VI Send me some snow, And I'll send you on a spiritual cruise.

Rain I stood on my front porch and watched as its red tail stuck up from behind the trees and it's growling shook the ground on which I stood. I knew that it was him. He was leaving. He did not tell me good-bye. I watched as the tail traveled down its path and its roar got louder. It felt as if it was screaming for the sky and earth to accept it. But it was not the one who was asking. He was declaring that he was taking to the sky, and that you were being warned. I stood there and hoped that he could have seen me. That I would cry. That I would be entrusted with the screeching decibels for the tearing of my heart. That he would look down from the heavens and see me standing here as the rain began to fall, saving me the embarrassment, of being seen crying. But his winged creature carried him away from me. And when it finally lifted him up into the sky, I could not be seen. I did not cry, my heart gave a little murmur. It knew that something happened. And that sweet rain, that cold r...