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 Dec 2015 Patricia Cikus
mk
he was the kind of boy her mama always warned her about
eyes full of mischief and words full of deceit
but, oh God, when he spoke it was as if the clouds would bow to him
& the mountains would crumble in his presence
the way he cocked his brow and gave her that sultry smile
sent her round and round as if she was on a never ending ride

he was like a bottle of sweet poison
addicting, even though it's bound to **** you in the end
she knew she'd never be able to look at him and see her future
but she saw in him her present and a world left unexplored
she knew how much she would be giving up
if she died without knowing if the lips which spoke the sweet words
tasted as good as the words themselves
she knew she would never be at rest in her grave
if she never felt the melody in his body combine with her own symphonies
running her hand down his spine, discovering the mysteries often left unsolved
she knew she would regret it if she let him open her book and read her
but a greater loss would be if she never read his

& so she gave in.

his eloquence was her personal brand of *****
and tonight she was intoxicated all the way up to cloud nine
his body in the moonlight was like crystal under the sun
she just couldn't look away
his nails carved words of wonder in her back
and his mouth tattooed poetry between her thighs
it felt to her as if the words he etched words on her body
were even better than those spoke on the stage beneath the spotlight

with eyes full of mirth and wonder
she looked at him like he was the only star in the night sky
no,
boys like him were beyond stars
*boys like him were galaxies
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
 Nov 2015 Patricia Cikus
ryn
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            sing to
                   me a  song
                           so melodious...
                               •one of  sweet so-
                                    unding timbre•let it
                                        ••   capture and numb
                                           ••             me senseless•
                                            ••        ­          take me to a
                                             ••                ­       place and
                                             ••              ­             time so
                                              ••                               fami-
                                            ••             ­                    lia-
                                           ••               ­                   r•
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where fond       ••                      
memories linger free•fr-                                  
om all worldly constraints•                                    
where our ears can see•the                                      
passing bliss in heaven's                                      
godly paint•                                      
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Birds in cages
Dreams on hold
Days and ages
That will never be told.

Sometimes i feel so contained
Sometimes i think i might rain.

Between bars sits my bird
Sees the sky
But won’t fly.

Wish i could open the door
Imagine i erase the floor.
Why do I like him?

Can I touch you?
Just there on your throat
Lean in to kiss it, and
Smell the earthy scent of your skin.
To press my lips on you,
to taste the skin
to **** you
hold you.

I want you to sink your head into my lap,
smell me, wrap your arms around me.
To cry, to find comfort with me.
Fall asleep there.
Play with your black hair,
feel it's texture thick.
The heat of you on me,
it burns on me.
Ravenous.
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