Twas not her thighs that caught his eyes
Or the protruding mounds on her chest;
Twas speeches, orated, beneath the skies;
Arrested by a heart, yearned for the test.
...
Tame that thing betwixt the ears
Before it goes meandering.
For what last best, beyond the years
Is everlasting.
...
He sees himself as evening
Without a shadow, in the city,
But truth be told
He's a radical light,
...
I don't feel like a poet today
My mind is barren
Without context, paradox and metaphors.
Words scant:
...
The last five years
Was like the morning dew
Because you looked upon Love
And married her,
...
My little sister, In Christ,
Jessica, The Rose that blooms
In our Savior's arms.
You left us soon
...
The shade of your skin
Could not contain you
Neither your masculine shell
For deep within you lies
...
Here is where we are
After sleepless nights
Betwixt
Midnight and dawn
...
I saw a man
Clothed with liquid fire
Hugging sons
On a winter's day
...