POEM: DOWN TO EARTH / IN HOUSE

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

 

down to earth

         /in house

 

 

yr silent smile is feeding

the tender screams

of my emerging ecstasy

 

i float above you &

eloquently flow

into the receptive wet

 

of yr patiently powerful

sensuality, the deep suck

of yr wide lips, yr

insistent nibble

of my hard male nipples

 

i am running for the border

but you are enfolding me into

the limitlessness of yr

wide open spaces

 

& when i can no longer steer

the controls of my soaring, i

collapse into the safety

net of yr laughing arms ready

to receive and caress my breathless

body, thrashing and heaving, urgent

as a dark fish flailing

outside the security of water

 

over my head

there is a roof

yet stars nonetheless

are exploding in my eyes,

yr irresistible gravity

has gripped all my strategic

satellites & enforced the

joyous disintegration of reentry

 

my burly, black & bearded face falls

slow floating to yr undulating earth

and effortlessly buries itself

into the welcoming nude

warmth of yr pulsing brown

breasts which invite me to pause,

to dream, to rest, reflect

 

within the wonderful

world of women

man is an alien

constantly seeking

to revisit the moment

of his birth

 

—kalamu ya salaam