Have you seen the Beauty?
Not only to be found in a woman’s body
But in the way she smiles with her eyes
In her soft caress
The way she grips your hand at night
The Beauty is not only in a woman
The gentle breeze fluttering upon your face
The cool moistness of the morning dew
The welcoming warmth of the rising sun
The soft rain pattering on your back
The crackling thunder that ignites the night sky
The Beauty is the rose that grows in concrete
The soulful swaying of the trees
The soothing voices of the many birds
The palpable warmth of the summer night's breeze
The Beauty is not only in the elements
The tapestry of oranges that paint the dusk sky
The infinite hues of the ocean’s blue
The stunning greens of the rolling hills
The vivid whiteness of the stars and moon
But the Beauty is not only in colors
The Beauty is in you and me
And I hope that when you encounter Beauty
You will open your eyes and see

Years ago I once thought
to show inside I ought to change
               hair, clothes, friends and arrange
lips for words strange but typical
to music's whimsical
lyrics, syllables rhyme over
    fresh beats, to get closer,
proving I am no poser. Blood
     passed through history floods
veins unfelt, stuck like mud, I strive
    to feel my black alive.

Lend me your ears
that I
may whisper
such sweet nothings
with little more
than
a hushered breath
it's touch
lingering but a moment

to long

upon your lobe
naked now
of all pretense  and flattery

my lips graze
spreading ripples
of pleasure

my tongue
probes teasing
as my kiss or' whelms you

open mouth ... closers

nibbling lightly
upon the phallas
of your *****

my breath heated now
my lips wet

and in my mind I wonder



are yours?

As I am now.
I don't miss you.

who you were then.
You played with my heart.

Just one day.
You took away so much time...

I would go back.
Why do you want to go back?

To feel alive again.

You will only get hurt.

I know.