Wesongah David Poems

I yearn your husky voice in my ear, your touch,
Slow and punishing, in want of more,
An arm around me, nourishment to the wake of day
Hunting for hidden pleasures yonder.
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(To the pained one, and for angel in bloom)

A life churned on a loved glock,
Promised an understanding lock,
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I saw the face on crayon-based weave,
High cheekbones and sweet mauve lips,
I saw the struggle and the will to battle eve,
And the smile waned by the roughshod seas.
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Didn't you see me standing there while you cried?
And passed me the red flower from you tiny fingers?

And were you not around when I drew first blood?
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I don't know,
I said I don't know,
And how would I know?
If you never told me anyway,
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7 morn,
Going on to the break of shine,
Looking on to a perfect proposal,
Down on my knees,
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For whom shall I confess?
The burning urge that bars me,
Whither a rose by any other name,
That be my passion for thee maiden?
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Out of concrete, a garden to behold
A golden sight set to man’s imagination.
Sprouting proudly, womanhood attained.
Beyond the wildest of measures.
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Cross the sign, feel the flutter of my heartbeat,
A closeness best beat, wrought to my own feat.

That whenever we come, home to a labor’s roost
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I cry for the bloodied womb of my mother,
Bore unto the world a bloodied street,
Sprouting from where lies buried the chord,
That for the sake’s of a forgotten son,
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