Nu

So yu leave me again
and I never write until yu are
miles away
traveled to all parts of me..those desolate
before the ache of
Being dug by yu
Another new earth revealed
On the collar of my neck
Yu scent
the notes
linger in the air like
My poem is meant to be read
slowly
So as not to miss
the mixture of the longing
and the having as yu have
had me
and left tattoos all over my third eye…
In real life I’m clumsy and get bruised
I dont hurt ever from yu tho.
It’s always right
on time.
sinew stretching
yu are not the easy path
yu are the needed journey
It is nu every time.

Oshun

Oshun

where will Oshun find us again?
where will she lead the river to flow us thru green valley and metal

streams of satellites now our only kiss

Does my touch still reach you in this distance?
thru the warrior’s guild you wear

thru the pulsing lens of your sunset eye

how we use our powers again to bend time…

knight of blue fired armor

your iron glaive blazing a

streak of joy.
will it bring again the most lush syrup to drip from my limbs?

Here, I am a dry bark tree in sleep season, guarding from a cold frost

my heart is a harvest, as the yellow moon carries my seed
to color the warmth of autumn leaves

my mother gaze is impermeable in this mirror… I am a taskmaster trodding

Then I am a fierce queen alive, inside your stretch
when Oshun calls me…

Filling me with pearls and honey to moan our deepest stream…
our fire is coal smoldering, ready to spark into flame.

Dedicated to Oshun

Dedicated to Oshun.