She Shimmy, She Wobble
“she shimmy, she wobble
she make me wanna holla”
what happened last night
has had me dreaming all day
what black women got
& have given to the world
is no secret
more erotic than the pleasure flow
of emerald water in a secluded cove
the diving into which sends
wet electric ecstatic tremors
tumble cascading through your body,
jump scream shooting out of the trembling
toenail of your left foot’s big toe
& leaves you so satiatedly gasping
for air following the cpr
of her thighs driving you
out of your skull that you swear
you shook hands with the devil
right before tongue kissing god
conjuring up sensual bliss, of course
is not all black women do,
there is far, far more to both
blackness and womanhood than coition
but since this is the way
babies are born, I can’t imagine
much else more important than
honoring that most ancient portal,
our ancestral path,
the primal womanworld
through which the whole
of humanity has issued
created in the exquisitely moist climax
that some scientists rather crudely call
the big bang
—kalamu ya salaam