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Poetry Break: Innuendos and Maybes

Innuendos and maybes

that I could slay thee

that your death might give way

to clear definitions

no guesses, just yeses

rolled off perky pink tongues

eager to wrestle

longing to please

that my preciously pink tongue could be

the yes

that silences your maybe

and I could put to rest the imagination that causes my body stress

see my heart races and my temperature rises

anytime she’s inclined to do so

as you stroke her with your casual conversation

belay her patience

increase her frustration

give rise to the burning desires of midnight romps

and noonday satisfactions

constant distractions

random moment stealing thoughts

attempts not to overwhelm my senses

with my imagination’s census of you

breath-taking thoughts cause vaginal convulsions

at the idea of your beginning

entering my forever

this treasure

could the pleasure stop time

and for those brief moments as we meld into one rhythmic soul

intertwine

as the world ceases to spin

and the moon embraces the sun

all the while as the tide reverses it course

and flows toward eternity

and I think

could my precious pink tongue be the yes

that silences your maybe

as I bring you into me

and sing symphonies, my own masterpiece

created with every soft, sultry lick

and pressure-filled contraction

each intentional stroke

as I embrace the center of your universe with my lips

would u appreciate my offering

reward me my gift

the sultry sound of my name on your lips

would you hold me gently by my redness

show me how u like it

would you give me the fruit meant for the gods

and let me devour it

or adorn it like the finest silk

oh my playful unrelenting imagination

encircled with sounds of yeses and nos

and maybes

visions of perspiration kissed flesh

and lust-soaked sheets

the release of long-held passions

mind-locking fantasies

body-shaking possibilities

all from light speed glances

and soft spoken words

random fleeting meetings of flesh

to the mind that all suggest that we

should match wits and waists

and any wastes of time

you’ve already gotten hold of my mind

with your ever intelligent reverence to life

its general complexities with humility

and that ever present maybe







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Poetry Break: Synchronicity 

My head fits so eloquently into the crook beneath your shoulder, it’s as though this space was intentionally left for me,  genuine as the shine of my eye, when you inspire my cheeks to lift, and the lengthy sigh when it seems like it’s been far too absent, the only non urgent call I accept at three a.m., the only presence I wait patiently to entreat, always internally aware of your existence, and my unwarranted emotion, and selfish recollections, one more time I have drifted, but I have lingered in this place before, presently aware of the difference, envisioned the possibilities then placed them quietly to rest and walked in the present, pleased by every one of this moment, and those, even the subtle stolen caresses, the belabored breathless hours, hurricane induced asthma attack, dispensed with precise indecision on the next step, of which there is none, the beaten or less taken path is ill equipped to a accommodate this meandering of hearts, and synchronicity of footsteps, hmmm, is this what I’ve been looking for, he seems so, in concert with me, playing the tension from the violin strings of my back, fingertips retune attitude and displace disharmony, no overwhelming symphony, caught between the brass and the horns, tied up in the strings, but simple windblown peace, refreshing water kissed breeze, vanilla lavender buds of ardor, complacent slow stroll of adequate means, undedicated marathon with no end in sight, perhaps it was overlooked, or was not ever created, or exists only in the depravity of our indifference of unstated compassion, ever still I await the instant when you love me with your mind, and caress me with the depth of your spirit, and wonder and dismiss if this is the road to where love sparks and flames ensue, instead sauntering in my soul worn shoes, and enjoy the brilliance of the sunrise, accepting at some point it will set, not seeking visions or directions, just following the ever magnificent heart, my greatest instinct and utmost threat, yet in synch and on time with its unknown destination, somewhere at the bottom of this cliff, but still why wait, my adoration whispered just leap…………

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Poetry Break: Dear Society

Earth Motherland by:Preston Mitchell

 

Dear Society, 

I am tired. I know that there has always been this intricate relationship between your direction and my hips, but there is only so much one back can stand. I realize the desperate nature of your character and its necessitated dependence on me.

However the time has come. You are no longer an infant  obligated to my breasts. I sympathize that you have misplaced your ability to amuse and renew yourself, but my shift as your minstrel is done. I am retired from black face. I do not have the strength to uplift your head and maintain my own. I have folded up my desire to please, and from henceforth will no longer roll over to meet your needs. 

It is okay with me if you write this off as a black woman’s attitudinal ramblings because you refuse to acknowledge the stresses you place on my shoulders. We both know it is no less than the weight of the world. You demean me while you await my direction. For lack of your own vision  you mock me and mimic me in my dance. Your jealously has run rampant. I am the blame for your faults and the bare brittle back bones of your success.

My mother, Africa gave you her best strongest, brightest, boldest future, but this precious departure of her children was not to prosper you. Yet for us to grow strong and return. To pay tribute and reinforce our brothers and sisters. It is quite obvious that of this you are aware which is why you in-turn have pressed hard to maintain the relentless toil of our souls towards fruitless ventures and financial gains. You retrained our spirits and inclined our ears to your voice. Surrounded us with the sound of empty success to drown out our mothers beckoning. You released and enslaved us  to the worthlessness of bottle popping and derogatory bling, flashy, priceless, worthless things.

Things that covers our mother in our sibling’s blood and yet we rejoice. Extinguish each other for a reputation. Infamous street cred but really the greatest character is to be an upstanding human being. So in an attempt to readjust my spine and stand upright in the pride of my mother; I must throw you asunder. From hence forth I will ignore your beckoning. The woes of your world are not enough to entreat me to your cause. I beseech thee, follow me as you always have. Remove yourself from lowly parasitic infestation to proud nation and stand beside me. Honor me for who I am and what I have done. Let us stand together and acknowledge each other as one; you are I, as I am you.

Humble yourself and pay tribute to mother accordingly. Disparage her no longer with your false accusations and empty hopes. Offer her your unassuming hand and gratitude that she may once again lay with you and cease to dispatch her hurricane force anger in your direction. That we three may become but one and reside peacefully. As father, holy spirit, and son remember his intentions. His incantations of love and invoke the will to be excellent.

 

 

Special thanks to @Iamprestonmitchell for allowing me to use his beautiful piece Earth Motherland to help set the #mood for this piece. Please check out his work and support his art at prestonmitchell.us