On Loving A Woman

Much rain

makes beautiful

Flowers.

Anxiety:

a gentle knock
on my window—
my gentleman caller.

He visits more often
than those who call
me friend.

He raps softly, lovingly—
ta-tap tap repeating: ta-tap tap,
serenading,
lulling like the lover’s lute,
tugging

relentlessly at the strands
of my partially-unraveled Self,
beckoning me to play, enticing

my senses with unreal bouquets, tempting
me to partake, with him, in Fear's games,
inside my peace-filled dwelling…

I let down my long hair.

The Language of Hatred / Kindness

Hatred

Spoken in any language

Translates

as

Hatred / Kindness

Spoken in any language

Translates

as

Kindness.

Lotus Rising

I
will play big and bold in the world;
I
will play on my terms.
I
will play loud in the world;
I
will play intelligently without apology.

My enormous feet will forever change
landscapes. My hands will mark the spots,
forever, where I've dug, and dreams unimaginable will adorn my fingers,
like diamonds, and crown my head. Love will guide me, arm-in-arm,
to that promised-land where my name is Sheba,
and all sing my praises...