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FIRE

 

“...but it's all jungle here, a wild and savage wilderness that's overrun with ruins. But put on your crown, my Queen, and we will build a New City on these ruins.” -Eldridge Cleaver

 

Your shoulders’ blade was spiked--sharp, but my head still found a comfortable home 

You carried so many bricks--how would you know how to carry a feather?

I found a cave the size of your chest and I prayed there, preyed

prayed on everything in the stance of a hunter--everything that tried to break your sleep

Like a lioness--I leaped 

I've been up days now--I don’t get much sleep here 

Your tossing and how you turned all night kept me up days now

When you’re gone, I’m still up tryna master your turbulence, your ways 

 

 

You’re not here now and 

I’m up watching the memory of your back muscles burst off the white of the blinds

trying to catch you in the open spaces of the shadows to keep you here with me

Watching you reminded me to--count the ways--trying to keep you reminds me of an explosion balancing on seas 

 

Gold was created here–the color and the rock in this spot

I never saw this coming

You are the pressure of a prayer when the pastor hears it 

You’re the meaning of life when God has to do with it

 

--you have taken me back 

 

Me

a woman who lights up & throws the match on the ground before walking on it

I’m not surprised by anything 

–you have taken me back

Your power has made my own reflections harder to digest 

 

I like how your teeth space out when you demand shit and I combat. 

I don't have a problem galloping in your certainties 

 

There’s nothing in me to control--I like that I don't have to work on you

--even if the love has me sick to my knees 

–I still pray for you 

 

Don't have to put up an SOS to make sure you follow a path 

No tweet--just both of my arms stretched wiiiide 

To the siiiidee

Don't have to put you up on game 

--it’s good to see you ace me 

 


I like that I don't have to use Bermuda’s triangle to get you from point A to B

my point and position isn’t your first thought --

I like that you “been knew” 

that I can ask you something I don't know the answers to--and we figure it out together

You’re the accuracy of a history book not jammed into the soil and people not pages 

I like your silence before answering a question

It takes you years sometimes to make things clear – your tenacity makes things clear

 

You’re so good at what everyone else is bad at 

Like complete sentences 

Eye contact 

Strategy and style 

Charm

A countenance of poise

Speech and sex appeal 

Your faith is appealing 

 

I love you with no strings attached

just respect enough for me 

to show up when I’m called on 

This is Gods’ work

 

I want to wrap myself around your finger 

For breakfast I want us to make up our minds together 

Draw up reasons as to why the Harlem Renaissance was just another prelude for black folk like us 

Subjecting our genius to thievery

 

post traumatically after the seas submerged our bodies into relocation

 

 the thievery--and here we are--clear hearted and confused 

 

We found a way and a cure for homesickness

 --from jump-- we been reaching heights barefoot--pregnant with babies

--the answers and possibilities 

Some of us are born mothers 

Having been offspring of what they thought they killed in us 

they thought they killed us

Some of us are village keepers and have villages to keep.  

 

We never knew survival --we just knew we saw things with our eyes that no one else did

Felt things with our hands that no one else could feel

- unbeknown to what may be stolen next

And over & over--again & again

 

Our voices crept like veins up wintertime walls  

The Big Apple ripened with our blues, our snapping, and our singing 

We hustled our God given gifts through man-made jungles & basements

Got splinters but clapped--got splinters but danced 

Got splintered but created with the plaster & paint and memories

 

And

 

Like a shotgun of cold air through a tight fist--there goes free game again 

I like you enough to change the world with you 

 

Rather tell our own versions of great stories 

how words got their names 

with you

 

I don’t need to be excused 

with you 

My abdomen gets swollen with Cleaver like metaphors 

Blowing up and bursting with brighter ideas 

 

Both Queens and Kings

Redemption and Pride

Anticipation and Glory

Truth and Patience 

Peace

I like you 

For the revolution and for all the main organs

That

Make

Me.

Brown and woman

 

Drawn to the map of you 

Progression and prose 

You are travel 

 

The backseat of a lonely car on its way to a fascinating city 

The wonder the excitement, the anxiety of a world that’s supposed to change 

You are conversations that changed my life 

 

Even if we’re just talking about maple syrup or

The speed of the rain --or how time stops every time we remember what ourselves look like together 

How rain falls like molasses when we see it fall together 

 

rather break bread & bad habits with you

and when you’re not here anymore 

say your name every time the wind blows 

 

Hold my arms out wiiiiddee to the siiiddee of my body 

Wait on the birds to flock together

Compose & get you that song that sings to you about fire 

Reminding you of what it feels like when we love each other 

Reminding you that love is you 

 

I would save your life and live through you if I had to 

 

A warrior on your own time–

Sunni (Ali) How you’ve maintained your anciency is brilliant