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All I really want is a little peace, someone who knows me in and out and a chance to live out my passions. I care deeply about people, I am sensitive, strong, grounded, naturally cheerful, loving, ambitious. i love to laugh, crave beauty, hate ignorance. I am a personal trainer, poet, performance artist, lover, rebel, dreamer, entrepreneur...

AND I LOVE WOMEN. Poetry is my first love, women make me write poetry so those two loves can come together...

I have a woman of words who speaks to me,
who pulls words out of me in excavation
extracting carefully each laden moment of sound
heavy with our breaths.
In quiet study
teach me with your body,
instruct me with your tongue,
explore me and discover,
stake your flag
where territory has your name
written across its bounds
and there are no bounds to me
but infinite space
whose landscape
changes every time you speak.
Where there is movement in me now
I had made still
and thought there was no room
for dancing,
but you have opened up space
as light breaks in,
gentle force like the wind, the rain, your lips
navigating me
the way starry bodies are starred upon
to lead you home
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i wanted to read a hot lesbian poem
in the serene cool of early gray mornings,
so i close my eyes and recall
the cognizance of first kisses
stretched in seconds like samples,
loops captured in loose lips,
how freely we have spoken to each other
and then mumbled with our tongues
in inaudible expressions
of love making us
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wild horses

i wanted to be a kiss the moment
you walked in the door,
i wanted to be my imagination
personified
with your being
seeing me
that first moment
not a love at first sight
but after 5 weeks of sight,
developmental stage
newborns with eyes barely open
but animals run on the first day
and i wanted to stumble
and then run
like wild horses
born
knowing,
my inclination
kissing you
my eyes shut
hoping for sight
of a clear path
from here to the door
with you in between
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to poeticize

saying I write poetry does not get
at the inviting deepness of it,
at the sweet darkness of it,
at the fine femininity of it,
at the sista love sista caressing of it,
cuz for me,
to speak out of the depths like making echoes,
to philosophize soulfulness into words,
for me,
its more like I poeticize,
like feeling your spirit well up into metaphors, incomprehensible
feeling similes touch you like caresses,
verses loving you all night long,
like feeling love in your hips
and in your lips
and in that crevice behind your left ear that makes your head turn and you
express it in murmurs that speak to him,
to poeticize is like biting lips and making eyes
when love is no longer there
but comes back to you like whispers in your ear,
like living your life to music,
like that vibe you get that runs through you
as your ?that?s my song? comes on and you are moved,

to poeticize is like creativity taking you in its hands
and writing you down like words coming too fast,
or feeling you glide and revolve in rhythmic-soft wetness
like between the fingers of a potter,
or brushing you softly across a page in broad strokes of color meeting color
leaving your essence on sheets
of blankness
that hold your touch and smell and the taste of you
like urges and yearnings come to me
and make me curl close,
or hold tight to pillows,
or kick off sheets,
or lift my arms above my head only to bring them slowly down over my body,
or take deep breaths,
or touch my fingers to my lips,
or make me know a feeling cuz it says my name and speaks to me.
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i kiss you,
half asleep
and dream your tongue is theatre,
our mouths,
a stage for Shakespearean verses
not for the poetry
but the repetition
like the practice
of repeating lines,
enunciating words,
opening your mouth wider
to articulate the kiss
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parting

you part my lips
and my thighs
and sever my understanding
of reality and i,
the grammar of love,
emotion stutters
in broken English hoping to be whole,
it speaks in hoarse whispers
of parched breath,
and accidentally lets out
passion s sounds
as it gives in,
and asks impatience to say your name
to beckon you
because uncontrolled
erratic
erotic
heartbeats
throb against the walls of another voice box
that is hoping to know your name.

so i don t mind the sweet control
of you wanting me
to be moved
by your hands
and your doing,
your caress turning me over
your desire pulling me down,
i don t mind the aggression
of you pushing my face aside with yours
just to get at kissing my neck,
i don t mind the force of a pressure
that i invite
cuz you knocked
and pushed the door open
as i was leading you in

so no, i don t mind if you make me want you
and remember you,
if you make me unleashed passion out of your held-tight desire,
an open space out of your exerting presence, i welcome you
because you part my lips
and my thighs
and i close my eyes
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the beat i am

Hip hop am i? i am hip hop hard beats
about our beaten selves fast flows
as we flee for our lives tight hooks
like nooses round our necks lists of rap lyrics
as long as the rap sheet of an American system
so we sing songs of people comin`up
like those old spirituals of escape and survival
deep rhythms like the soul of a culture that will never die hip hop am i? i am hip hop
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brown kisses

i wanna give you brown kisses
cuz that's what full lips were made for?
thick kisses that talk to you
because anything good we want from life we gotta take and make it ours
so we've cultivated who we are cuz the only thing we've got to give is us
so we've gotta make it good to the last drop
and pull each other close together
and take in and give out
and share brown kisses
like secrets about the revolution
like praises for blackness
like solace for brown lips
that have to curse
and pray
and shout
and sometimes lie
to survive
so i need to, kinda have to, wanna give you this brown kiss so we can keep on keepin' on