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 anxious 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