you a.muse (to) me

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Your body...

plays muse to my most artistic expression
a caramel complected canvas begging to be painted
with tongue strokes dipped in the red ink of passion
creating impressionistic masterpieces of ultimate perfection
and a face that provides me the ambition to compose
whispering to the depths of your soft ears
sensual poetry and prose
while my fingers play the lead roles
on the stage of your strong back
in a two-person fore-play
performing a never-ending act
and then up to your broad shoulders
aching to be sculpted
like putty in warm hands
just waiting to be molded
into the form of a a godlike statue of a soldier
formed with the perfect measure
of infinite pleasure
and then back down to the treasure
of strong legs that invite me
to move to the forgotten beat of the djimbe
hips flowin in syncopated rhythmatic wonder
while we choreograph the primal steps
of true physical hunger
producing an oh-baby symphony
while i play notes that are heaven-sent
in an erotic concerto on your finely tuned intrument
until we collapse into each other
and the peace in your eyes
inspires me to hum the most tender lullabies
wrapping your body in sweet words
and soft-spoken melody
until the sun starts to rise
and rouses us from our reverie....


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married the smoke of incense and candle
and prayed for death to part us


For the strength to bear your burdens,
the knowledge to right your wrongs.
I watched
as you composed your memoirs,
"knowledge of self..."
Trapped by the disjunction
of inner and outer persona.
I spoonfed you love and stability,
Until you choked on vitamin happiness.

from my lips, my hips,
then you
regurgitated it at my feet.
Too full of chaos and self-pity to accept my offering.
And yet
you continued to dine on my insecurities.
While I played artful dodger to your
oliver twist(ed) lies,
award-winning performance of a girl-
Until now.
When I drop the curtain on your performance and




Too blind to see that your love scene

has become a

rushed to the emergency room
In case of emergency-
Kiss my ass.
I'm half past through-
With you.
The games, i'm board of them
so go play with yourself.
I'm throwing down my trump card.
And this is
my final

*opening: loosely interpreted from leonard cohen

l' ocean du verbe

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Sweet on my ears
hot apple pies and chocolate sundaes
I wanna
lick yo' s.o.u.n.d.waves
taste the caramel perfection
in your inflection
makes me lose direction
when you talk.
turning me
inside outside inside out.
your words
derail my train of thought
and put it back on track
towards righteousness
speakin' in tongues like
ancient aramaic
your voice is holy.
food to my soul like gospel brunch on Sundays
I'm baptized in your laughter
born again
in the Church of Possibility
tasting divinity
as it flows free from your
like ambrosia
nectar of the gods
sugar-sweet like honey
I hear it call me
like a glowing fire on a frozen night
conversing with my mind
and massaging my mentals
shit it's elemental
the way we connect
and yet,
your dialect,
it haunts me.
like a forgotten language
left over from a past life
that I can recognize
yet can't translate
but when we vibe
I remember what it means
to truly communicate...

.....J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe
Et je t'ai trouve.....


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