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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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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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

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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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My Belly

Image Credit: Glamour Magazine

My Belly

Dare I say that I love my belly…

“I love my Belly..”

Although, I haven’t had one in awhile.  I do now…. though brief; primarily from a monthly bloat…. but a BELLY nonetheless.

A Belly
-of Fullness
-of comfort
-of laxness

A Belly reflective of too much wine and cake
A Belly of too much laughter and late night folly

A nice bulge of roundness and suppleness..looseness and slouch

A plucked freedom from strictness and conservativeness. Relieved of restraints and firmness.

No high planks or sit ups. Not tight or tucked. A belly, my belly.

Out of my box for a moment…

A defiant Belly that says..”I don’t care right NOW! I’m tired, I’ll care (maybe) tomorrow.

A Belly that waits for TV and would rather eat than starve.

Plump and full, content and resurrected..For now..

I’ll be back on my self-proclaimed, perfectly created, road of perdition tomorrow…


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A Bang of Shoes image by Enricco Sua Ummarino

Lil Kim, Blow Up Doll; image by David LaChapelle

He wants me..

……………………though he knows me not.

He wants me..

……………………..he thinks I’m beautiful  “Your my Living Doll..” he whispers at my earlobe…though he’s never really seen me.

He wants me..

……………………..he wants my legs wrapped around him, ankles crossed at his waist, holding, gripping, and lifting me…though he’ll never ever feel me.

He wants me..

………………..because he says he “thinks” he loves me.

But how? How could he want me?  How could he possibly love me..When I’m not the “Me” that he thinks I am.  In fact, I’m the (ME) that he refuses to see.

(ME): Flawed and imperfect. Slightly irregular. Quirky and disoriented. Clumsy and restless. Discontented and needy. Destructive, ill and indecisive. I sleep with Skeletons and Bathe the Devil. I sometimes laugh when I shouldn’t and take things much too personal. I can be cruel, narcissistic and impatient.

But, He Wants Me..

Only because he’s too blinded by what “he wants”  that he’d rather sleep with a lie and take home a fantasy than to face the plain reality that I am not the (me) that he wishes me to be.

I’m flawed and imperfect. Slightly irregular, and will never be the vision of what (YOU) think (YOU) see.


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can't get you off my mind

can't get you off my mind

I never meant for you to stay…But, you have.

I never thought you to be what I wanted…I only planned for you to be (just) what I needed for a short time. You were meant to be a band-aid, a temporary vice, a handkerchief ..a meaningless yet special secret.

You were meant to stay invisible… far away from my view…but now (YOU) are all I see.

I never really meant for you to stay…But, you  have.


You’re stuck in my thoughts. Stuck between the pages of my work. Stuck in my morning, and cemented in my night. Trapped in my sheets and pillowcases. On top of me when I shower..hovering when I apply my lipstick.

You have attached yourself to my temples, lying along my forehead. Twirled around my bang. Curled within my brow. You crowd my space, my thoughts my words, my breath…

You’re here..trapped between my fingers, encased in my fingernails.

You’re right here..smeared on my thighs, shined on my shoulders, on the inside of my elbows.  You’re pasted on my wrists…Ruby red on my hip. Your blue on my toe and white at my lips. Cool and moist on my belly, lined at my breast and pierced to my nipple.

You’re here..Right here at my ear lobes. Dangled around my neck. Dripped along my sides..You’re here..Right here..

Nestled between my legs and rested on my back.

You’re here..Right here.. tugging my hair and holding my hand, fastened and lodged deep into my chest

You’re all over me..Coloring me, Marking me, Naming me, and Calling me..”YOURS”.

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Giovanni's Room
Giovanni's Room

Image Credit: Kali-Ma Nazarene

Lightening stretched across the sky and beamed through the curtains..

Twilight slept upon my dreary face..

Fallen shoulders lie on purple sheets.

A breath… a blow.  To sleep but never to dream.

Uneasy and restless.

Rocky mind.

Beautiful yet untouched.

Fruitful curls perfectly kept. Peach smooth lips. Satin belly with rose tucked navel.

Rested thigh and dangled foot.

Unmoved and still. Lush and Lively, yet unreachable.

Unattainable and Undisturbed.

Internally suspended within realms of impossibility.

Wishful wanting for something that never comes.

Dews of longing in an ebony pupil.

A capture of presumed tranquility.

…A proud lie for the Photographers portfolio.

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lipstick on dresser

Cold, tight hands lift..hair wrung…pulled through fingers.

Fallen fabric at the ankle…

Toes on tips and stretched..heels up, tight calve..long, high and tilted under neck..tugging thin pieces of skin bitten between teeth..

Tasting every space.

a flash of time..

a flicker of light

suspended in Now..

the moment

a float

a hover

a jolt

you and me..                      just us two…

Blushed, Flushed….Berried


………….Ruby chin; stained from my lipstick.

Silver wrought iron post, smudged from your grip.

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The T’s Have it


Tantalizing Temptations of a Troublesome Twosome

Tender Twists and Twinkling Eye.

A Twilight Tryst with Tangy Twang

Tasty Trifles Toppling Thigh.

Twirling and Two-Timing

Twined and Torrid

Trapped and Tamed

Tempted and Torn

Tormented and Teased

Twice Trumped

Tricked and Tracked

Tangled in Twilight

Tumbling into Tomorrow

..Too Late for Today.


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The Keep A Breast Foundation

This may be a bit personal..but considering everything else that I have written on this blog..(if you read it..lol)  It doesn’t compare.

I woke this morning to something quite remarkable.  Something I hadn’t seen in a while (I guess almost a year.)

I woke up to BREAST.  Plump, round, full breast!  Amazing to me.  Brown, Lush, Round, Plum Areola’s Ripe and Heavy. Thick Nipples..High and Awake.

The smile on my face..Priceless.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m ovulating.. I’d like to think it’s more than that. Besides, I’ve ovulated in past months, well, years.  Over 10 to be exact; that’s the age of my youngest daughter.  Also, before your mind tries to help me out..No!!! I’m not pregnant…unless I will become A New Religion Iconic Story of the New World!  (Which would be miraculous in itself..)  However, could you imagine the headline?  “The Brown-Lady’s Supposed Immaculate Conception”..Better yet..”Birth of Satan..the return of the Anti-Christ”..

Actually, now as I write this..It could possibly be the lavish amount of food that my family has fed me.  A hidden agenda?  Maybe… (Hmm?)  It has been tasty and delicious.  All weekend and since then…I have been treated by my Mother and other family members with meals and free food. ” Hey, you gotta try this.  Eat this.  Have you eaten here?”  And, for some odd reason..I have been hungry.  I haven’t  rejected a morsel. But, could 3 days of eating… do THIS!?  (I’d like to show a picture..but I’m not a physical exhibitionist.)  However, if you personally know me..feel free to stop by and just glance..but don’t let me know that your looking…I hate to have this spoiled by some stupid comment..like: “I don’t see what you’re talking about? or Wow?!  Where your breast really smaller than what they are now?”  Just look at em’ and keep the comments to yourself.  Unless, you really want to be in my favor..you can say something like “Beautiful!!! I see what you’re talking about!  They have gotten big!  Do you now need a bigger bra size?  Wow!!! So what are you a “C” cup now?!

Perhaps,  it could be Almond Milk.  I have been downing a lot of that lately.  Could it be?!  Nut MILK? (I’ll Google after I’ve  finished writing). If possible, you may see me at the market (TODAY) with a basket of no less than 20-1/2 gallons.  (Here’s the Free Plug, in my clear commercial voice) “Silk Dark Chocolate Almond Milk! Healthy and Nutritious with the added benefit of Blooming, Bloussant Breast for all of you limp maidens. Get yours Today!!!!”

Oh Yeah!?  Another possibility could be weight gain. I have put on a few pounds…especially after this weekend. Normally, I’m barely 100 pounds or rounding off at about 105…on a 4 foot 11 inch frame.  I now may be a glorious 110. I would like to think..at least this morning..that 5 of those pounds went to these Massive..Cantaloupes..that I now can imagine glittery tassels rotating around..bending over and sneakily smiling with both hands cupping them..displaying the shined cleavage..with millions of Mardi Gras beads around my neck.  “Aahhh..Boobies”.

I remember in 5th grade when I first got them.  This boy named “John Something” at St. Francis Xavier Elementary, shouted and pointed in front of all the recess children..”She has boobies!..She has boobies!” He laughed mischievously and gathered the other boys to do the same.  I angrily and shockingly grew so embarrassed that I kicked him as hard as I could in my “Black and White College Bros” right in the groin.  I remember him howling and doubling over. My teacher “Mrs. Dowd; an awful, horrid woman”, came running out and grabbed me by my arm and marched me into the girls restroom where she basically taught me what “Child Abuse” was. But, this was a good ol’ fashioned Catholic School; so everything she did at that time was “legal”.   I got in trouble for the first time. .Good girl now gone “Bad” all because of Boobies.  Actually, I wish I had knew then what I know now.  I probably would have thanked “John Something” for acknowledging my budding beauties.

But..that was so long ago and this is TODAY!!!

I feel like dancing and shouting..the same kiddie song that “John Something” sang…”I got Boobies!..I got Boobies!”..but I will admit that I’m apprehensive on getting too carried away. I feel that it might spook them.  Instead, I will continue to dawn my brightest white tank top (to accentuate my lovelies) and walk with my chest poked out and back slightly arched..I may take off the Chucks and put a low heel sandal on..just to pull everything together.  I’ll be practicing the walk..so just in case you see me..please don’t laugh..Also, I will be kindly collecting your Iphone’s, Camera Phones, Camera’s, or any other video equipment at the door.

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Compassion (Bloggers Unite)

The mantra of Avalokiteshvara, OM MANI PADME H...

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-Compassion means to have a sympathetic understanding of others pain and a wish to alleviate it.

-To understand ones affliction and do whatever is necessary to help.

-To help those who are not able to help themselves


Thank you Dr. Patch Adams

“om mani padme hum”

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