My soul pours
for Jeni,
Jhené,
and Janelle Monaé.
Their melodic oeuvres
a soothing poetic massage.
Beautiful heroines
birthing love’s shy vision.
My soul pours
for Jeni,
Jhené,
and Janelle Monaé.
Their melodic oeuvres
a soothing poetic massage.
Beautiful heroines
birthing love’s shy vision.
Temptations echo
as Tupac ruminates
on clandestine longing.
My eyes listing
across your profile’s face.
Our departure long formed,
an ocean of years between us.
The first drop spilling
a premature end
to a former friend.
On your face I see
your successes, exciting and contemporary;
and my heart outlines a jealous love.
With my heart my weapon,
I compete for yours.
My opponent equally equipped,
though seemingly more adept.
Simmering intensity
troubles her bronze skin.
Her air effervescent,
spitting shocks
of paralysing awkwardness.
Her mannerisms polar,
atop a liberal-traditional swing.
Her harness religion,
restricting exploration,
her morality stifled,
by rules not for her.
Her actions betray her
chastised sexuality.
Her repressions expelled
in acute action and lewd words. Continue reading
Peroxide razes her natural tones.
Her crown coloured night,
flitting pink and green.
The alfresco heat
searing her skin scarlet.
She meanders through
roman arcades,
a gauche guitar her companion.
Her fashion
washed in luminescent vogue
partisan
to ideals Milano.
A million temptations surround me,
all of another’s desire,
my desire lays elsewhere,
my heart alongside hers.
In this room of music and alcohol,
my mind races to you,
chasing warm thoughts of summer.