my lips, her palm why do men look at women with an impossible longing to possess any body found attractive i have watched a woman raise her knee another’s breast revealed when she bent over or just the intense magnet of a smile while casually talking on the phone, nia’s sleeping form as i lean across to tell her i am going, there is no need for porn magazines in my life the world is too full of real women and a wife who tells me it was so romantic how—after she tripped on the gravel road—i sucked the dirted blood from the wound on her hand —kalamu ya salaam