while you sleep

please stay


You wrap me up.

Heavy breath behind me, hot and simmering around my forehead, bellowing into my face

Your yellow arms cuff me… keeping me safe.

Through glossy eyes..I  gaze at the red curls of hair along your skin. Pink nails on thick, long, fingers… Sturdy veins protruding up to your shoulder.

Held tight, nestled in your elbow, I feel the warmth in your chest, the closeness of your bones.

Hollowed and Curved, your body bends to shelter me.

Your knees slightly raised…to lift me.

In your sleep your chin leans..allowing you to kiss me. You huff while gently tugging me closer. I raise to kiss the inside of your shoulder, then fall deeper into you.

Through glossy dim eyes..I peer. I feel. I hope. I dream. I pray.

I pray that your arms will always hold me.

I pray that your chest will always support me.

I pray that your ears will always hear me.

….That your eyes will always see me..

I pray that your lips will always smile for me.

I pray that your voice will always speak for me.

I pray that your fingers will always touch me.

….That your feet will always stand for me..

Through glossy dim, wet eyes…

I pray that your heart will always ache for me and that your soul will always long for me

I pray that your mind will always think of me and that your dreams will always be filled of me

Through glossy, dim, wet, red eyes…

I pray that your love will be so strong for me that (this time) it will be impossible for me to leave.

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Just a little heat

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Just a little heat on this cold day..just a little heat to take the worry away.

I don’t need much…Just a little.

A tiny bit of air on the back of neck will do.

An itsy-bit of warmth at my ear..to calm my chill

A microscopic drop of dampness to melt the coldness of my chest

Just a little heat on this cold day..just a little heat to take the worry away..is all I need

A miniature kiss

A barely there rub

A small press at my temple

A slight fever in my belly

All I NEED is a little heat on this cold day…just a little heat to take the worry away…
Just a flicker of flame in your eye (for me and me only) will do me just fine.

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Image Credit: Mantra
Image Credit: Mantra

Image Credit: Mantra

Black nails..scrape; striping your forearm, I watch streaks fade from Scarlet to Blue.  Tinted Purple fingerprints mimic my grip.

Facing you..Green eye to Brown. Wide, Kohl lashes flicker fast.  Moist Crimson lips..twist between White teeth nibbling Pink…creating warm Fuchsia.

Tightly pulling Ivory. Wrestling Magenta.

Grabbing Beige. Tugging Yellow. Yanking Burgundy.

Clutching Caramel. Pushing Almond. Pinching Ebony.

Grappling Ginger. Straddling Cream. Covering Copper.

Tasting Hazel. Sipping Coffee. Pressing Honey.

Brassy and Golden. Emerald and happily Jaded.

Blushed and Shaded Sapphire.

Fleshed out. Red-Hot flashed about and blended colorfully next to you.

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“E” B Jamming!

Image Credit: Brownsburg High School Athletics

It ain’t too hard..It ain’t too hard for me to JAM! Michael Jackson


Across The Court..he shoots…”Swish”.

The rubber of his shoes squeak as they frisk along the gym floor… never leaving a scuff.

Gliding and Moon-walking..  (Jamming)

His nylon pants mimic each breezy gesture..back and forth they wave responding to every Twinkling Movement.  He pauses… Alert and Quiet. Head up. Eye’s Pierced. Arms High. Gently Releasing… then….”Swish”.

Before the ball hits the floor…”Plap” it falls into his hands.

An echo fills the court…”I got this“, he huffs in breathy exaltation.

The ball briefly claps the Maple floor then congratulates his palm.  He nods. He Grips..Shoots… “Swish”.  I got this!

Easy. Steady. Smooth.

Inside the hoop The Ball riddles, wriggling through the mesh,  and he’s there to catch it.. “Plap”

I got this“..he outwardly calls out to all onlookers. Holding the ball..he smiles..with shoulders high and chest broad, he tenderly surrenders, freeing the ball…and down it goes.

He Dribbles..then Retrieves.

Dropping then Picking up.


They Flicker to the end of the court, Up and Down. Swish and Swooshing, Circling each other “Jamming” together..

Pack. Pap, Plap..Clap, Squeak..

“Swish”...”I got this” 


“The World is The Court, Life is The Ball”. It’s never about how hard the game is,  it’s only about how you play it. (You got this..It ain’t too hard for you to Jam so…. it must be “EASY”)


Go EB..Go EB..Go EB… ‘Swish”.


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Her Face

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She tells the story…
of her beginning and end…
her Coming’s and all of her Going’s

Her eyes whisper the joys of her children
and the heartaches of her love and all of it’s struggle

Her Cheeks radiate Sparrows Melodies and Swan Lakes Song’s

Her Lips tell glossy tales of World-wide Adventures, and her lineage in Sovereign Lands

Flowers blossom in her hair

She wakes with the Sun and sleeps to the Moons Lullaby

She dances like the Rain

The ground praises her by kissing her feet
with each step she takes

The High Mountains welcome her..
She climbs them with Determination, Strength, Steadfastness, and Compassion

On her journey she carries a staff filled with the sweet liquor of (PEACE) and.. SHE SMILES

A SMILE so bright that it shines light upon the world
A SMILE so vibrant that it brings light to every heart
A SMILE that reflects all of the beauty that exists within her

Everything that she IS..is shown on HER FACE



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Wild As I Am

Image Credit: Harper's Bazaar, Model Naomi Campbell
Image Credit: Harper's Bazaar, Model Naomi Campbell

Image Credit: Harper’s Bazaar, Model Naomi Campbell

Gold Dipped

Diamond Dazzled

Jet Eye

Ebony Lash

Black Curled, Coiled, Thick Forested Hair

Sunset Nipple

Moonlit Rib

Twilight Thigh

……………………..Oh..As Wild As I am.

Hyena Laugh

Lioness gait

Butterfly Flirt

Willow Tree Sway

…………………………. Wild As I Am.

Bare Footed, Wide Open, and Spotted Red

Flamingo Dancing Underneath Black Sky.


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Let’s Eat Cake

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Let us eat cake

No dollars in the bank, No coins in the couch cushions, No pennies in the jar and I’m all out of ideas..

The mortgage is late and the fridge is empty; No meat, cheese, nor bread.
No liquor in the cabinet, No pills in the drawer, and No hidden stashes.

No gas in the car, and even if there were, there’s No money to go anywhere

The silver is tarnished and can’t be polished… and we sold all that we could sell.                   The phones are ringing and the mailman has a job…so (he) won’t quit

The laundry basket is overflowing and there’s No laundry detergent, No dish liquid, and No soap…

SO..there’s No undies, No socks, No shirts, and No pants                                                          Just Bare backs and bare bottoms..

Bare Feet and Bare Breasts,

Bare Faces and Bared of Ego

Bare to the essential..

Naked, unbiased, unprejudiced, simple and free, and honestly choiceless.

But, there’s YOU…

…and ME

and WE can make CAKE.

Let’s eat cake :-) It truly is the sweetest and the most fulfilling part of life.


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Image Credit: Butterfly in a Jar by Consel



Image Credit: Butterfly in a Jar by Consel

Image Credit: Butterfly in a Jar by Consel






Slipped inspiration..slandered in confusion

Smothered by the smoke of the fallen.

Gone away, never to return..yet burning. Smoldering heart-songs..blackened blue.

Torrid and scorched red at my hairline.

A blistered memory; branded, raised and identifiable.

A blistered memory; painfully etched in my mind and forced to never be forgotten.



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Image Credit: Unknown

Image Credit: Unknown

Scrambling to get out…

Fine hair stands on end at my neck..  (straight, curved, jilted and edged…spaced… crowded, bold and exclaimed

lost before caught. Empty thought… fragmented lines.. incomplete

lost sentences, black-outs and white-outs

anxious and excited

speechless and loud

from cerebral hemispheres, to spine..to shoulders, to arms, elbows, wrist then fingers..Point. Type, stamp, click, tap, WRITE.

The words..

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Silly Little Fishy

Little Fish big pond
Image Credit: Mikael Damkier

Fish Out Of Water

Silly Little Fishy

Out the tank you leaped..ignorant and deaf
buck eyed and free

Thirsty for more..bigger, deeper, seas.

Hungry for what you “thought” was on the other-side of the glass

Silly Little Fishy

“The lake has dried up..there’s no water here and the oxygen isn’t that good either.

I watch as you gasp and flap.  The shine of your scales begin to fade….open and
close your gills blow…

Dammit!..Little fishy! I told you that the lake dried up. There’s no fresh water here!”

I scoop you fast, and drop quickly into the tank.  Shyly, and breathlessly you thank me. We both laugh at your foolishness.

Silly Little Fishy..Don’t cha’ know that Big Cats like me… Eat little fish like you. You may wanna stay in your tank.



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Perfectly Flawed.

Image Credit: Masque Hysteria
Image Credit: Masque Hysteria

Image Credit: Masque Hysteria

Yesterday..I cried.

I cried and hadn’t cried in a while. I cried… because I realized that I cared more for you than I thought.

I cried because I wanted all that you offered but knew that my constant rejection was pushing you away

I cried because I knew that (this time) I pushed you too far…this time.

Yesterday, I shed tears not for me..but the tears that you may have shed because of the the pain that I have caused.

I cried (yesterday) because of what I felt I had lost..what we could have had..what will never be..only because of ME..and MY insecurities.

I cried because I realized that you are what I want..even though I haven’t showed it.  You are what I need although I never told you..`

I cried because I knew I messed up.


Today, I smile..because YOU know. You have always known..and you love me enough to wait.

You said..”You are Perfectly Flawed, my dear. You’re worth it .”

I guess I am pretty special“..

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Candy Cane Jane’s

Image Credit: Black Girls Inked

Image Credit: Black Girls Inked

Sweet Candy Cane…blue-banged Jane

Peppermint Patty‘s saucy grin..high chin.. Silver-Pricked Bright Poinsettia Lip

Roman Numerals tattooed from her shoulder down to her hip.

Course knuckles and studded wrist

Her Pin-up way more resonating then the “70’s Black Power Fist”

Pierced how SHE likes.

Dressed how SHE likes.

Colored how SHE likes.

Not, the norm but far from unusual. Outward Alter-Ego, No Mirrors to hide behind, It is what (it) is..from HEAD to TOE.

It’s Not a Coverup nor a MASK …just pleasurable adornment….of anyway SHE see’s fit

Fishnets, Platform Pumps, and Leather Corsets

Hooded Velvet Capes, Combat Boots, and Hair shaved at the nape.

Bright Stars and Stripes, Purple, Red, and Hair Highlighted White..

Contrasted on Jet Black skin, with Heavy liner and Gloss

Or Pale Light skin, Dark hair with skulls and bones crisscrossed

Still, a Priceless Cutie and a Holy Alternative to the Worlds false misconception of beauty

She ain’t average and she’s not… NO Punk.. Steamed, Afro-fried, or Inked, Altered, Goth, or Dark…NO defining her or Purposely Posed Pics in any Encyclopedia..

Reveled Deep within her soul’s scheme..She CHOSE to be rejected from the typical Beauty Queen Scene..”That’s their ideal..not mine… I got my own dreams”

Dark Gothic Goddess

A walking bold printed political poster…

with nothing but the Truth in her latex holster.





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