POEM: SHE SHIMMY, SHE WOBBLE

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

 

She Shimmy, She Wobble 

 

 

“she shimmy, she wobble

she makes 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,

come 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 the most ancient portal,

our ancestral path,

this primal womanworld

through which the whole

of humanity has passed

 

created in the exquisitely moist climax

that some scientists rather crudely call

the big bang.

 

—kalamu ya salaam