POEM: HE GETS OFF AT 4:30 / IT'S 6:09 NOW

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

he gets off at 4:30 / it's 6:09 now

 

 

here...   

 

an unencumbered softness

my naked breast / taste me

 

the luminous curve of crimson

lips eager to flutter

across bearded dark fullness / kiss me

 

the form fitting expectancy

of tense eager arms / embrace me

 

a moist tangled crescent

immodestly blanketing

my fertility / enter me

 

none of me is mine

all of me is yours

 

here am i / where are you?

 

—kalamu ya salaam