I’ve slid down my bannisters

and swung from my rooftops

jumped thru miles of ribbon

to be with you.

I’ve seen my mouths of satin

and touched my lips of lace

swam thru dreams of ecstasy

to touch your face.

 

Yesterday, I saw a vision:

An African princess

with dark brown cheeks

sat on a car in Brooklyn,

slender wrists,

                      delicate ribs

                                        and eyes like pools

                                                                 of brown steel.

 

I have bruised my eyes

on sights unseen by mortals

and cut my ears  on sounds

heard by the angels.

 

To say, “I love you,”

is not to lie

nor to lie

               abed.

It is the theme that rages

in my heart

and in my head.