#F**k Cupid #BetheArrow

                Fuck Cupid,  Be the Arrow
You may be
All that I want at night
But you are still just flesh.
Get your bow. Pierce my blossom
Nectar all over your hands
You can’t aim
I am the arrow
Smoking

Centaur

Centaur

Old man stead
Head flame
Teach me how to laugh
in my sleep
wake me up
kissing the back of my neck
Be my shiny penny.
Steal all the diamonds for me
I’ll sacrifice my jade eggs to you
make beds seem useless and
crowds disappear.
Tune all your stations
only to hear your song
my dear
If in my
Eye you see u
how I do…
Lucky charm
Four leaf clover
Horseshoe and rabbit foot.
You can hit the numbers honey
Jackpot aces, no hook
double sided rainbows
wish u
a shooting star, sugarcoat
my muthafuckin’ lining silver
arrow point
to fluffy clouds
Sunsets
over black sand
turn up loud
Itch my money hand
hot step in the
rain dance
full moon lit…
Make haste darling
Gonna live long
how they talk….
we so damn pretty
Slow down time too
Fuck me ugly
till I become earth again.
Cum on my lips
to eat my dinner plate
Silly
puddy my limbs
into new shapes
Call upon Oshun    my sacred treasure
golden archer
centaur.

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.