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