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With all the ugly rooting up inside of me Will you still come be beautiful with me?  Don’t sift me for the desirables;  culling my most valuable parts And if you happen to taste the ugly when you kiss me, Don’t spit it out, swallow me Let me inside of you

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Unison

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We are all deserving of a human love  that blends our complicated into the simplest form of soul to soul love It won’t be easy like Sunday morning every day But it will be pleasing on most evenings After dawning After we’ve replenished our soul with a good fixing of mourning…the loss of all things bitter– Then we can be sweet And we could just be complicated together On the odd days and the even

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Given to Love

He knew he would love her the first time he saw her He knew he would give unto her bosom  all of his loving kindness, all of his respect and understanding  all of his humility and integrity, all of his honor and devotion  all of his protection and admiration, all of his forgiveness and patience  He knew she would be--the life of him

He watched her sleep  It was a passtime he enjoyed secretly... to watch her chest rise and fall, to watch her body relax into love  It was her tattoos he couldn’t resist--the story her body told, and that only he could pore over the details and read her  He was so enamored by her, with her  He vowed her would never lose her  Politely he touched her, lightly -- to not awaken her from her rest  She is real ‘I will always keep her’ he sweared within, suppressing his fear  ‘I deserve her’ And he was sincere

eMinor -a Chapter of Love

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Tell him that he’s beautiful…

and that he is the softest part of you; and you love him.

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He is like no other memory I hold within me... And I could become so eager to leap into the encounter of us, the enduring of us, the enjoying of us, and even the joining of us.  An experience of us whence the framework is an agreement of both;  two voices silently entreating with acts of body:  be good to me.

eMinor on the Bourgeoning of Love Unknown

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Glowing | Helena

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pour into me

you’ve poured into me so much; I leak you you’ve inspired me to more; I want to breath in you you’ve been away for too long; let me stay in you

I find a delicate peace on the inside of you your words and your thoughts tickle and tease secret parts in me you fill – full wants I have yet to need verbs dance on the tip of my tongue anticipating you when you are away small tragedies follow me  I’m looking for you to embrace me and shelter me with a rare care I need you room temperature is robbery boiling heat is what you arise in me I am the warden with the key but you are not captive, you gave it to me in our alive, we live to touch heart, share soul, born free a monastic poetic love the kind once you’ve touched you’ll long to reach over and over praying poetry I am for keeps what comes next  is beyond a Kemetic mystery it is knowledge it is a spreading… of You in Me

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Inspired by I admit, Born Free

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Change of Address

Because, decisions made in a heart space amiss will stray the body to an undesirable material place 

Therefore,  counsel the naked beat of your heart to escort your footsteps 

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our Meeting

You and I We are a meeting of  skin and words small mercies and generous grace  rummaging through hug and missed kiss 

We are  You and I a meeting of  past discretions and moments hoping  A loving reimagined in the corners of a lonely home  sheltering soft parts, We are  concrete in city streets and  kept promises drifting in the mountains of Shangri-la  Sweaty hands, palpitating hearts wilted sunflower petals drenched in apologies and sober realizations  that the meeting of us two bodies breathing and blooding in real time bursting wth life  hanging on the Creator’s creative vine 

You and I that We are  a meeting of I do and I won’t, always  complicated vows twisted into wretched devotion  an ecstacy and agony of our human love  testing time 

We are the meeting of us  blending and being touching and speaking  relapsing in pure love  again and again until always is the only way We meet

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#Preach

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The blessing of the Lord makes rich and adds no sorrow Therefore Beloved,  if is it sorrow that swells in your soul Be sweet to you  and let it fall

Concerning it,  If it does not make you rich with happiness, with peace, with the kind of feel good you can’t contain It is not a blessing. Not from your Lord.

Concerning it,  If it does not make you rich with appreciation, with gratefulness, with courage to go the way It is not a blessing. Not from your Lord. 

If it does not make you rich with resilience and determination  Rich with health and energy Rich with knowledge and wisdom Rich with strength and freedom

With sensitivity to enjoy sweet things  like sunshine and flowers All the beautiful flavors and colors of this life experience… If it does not stir you to living  but adds sorrow to your thoughts, your feelings, your needs Do not call it a blessing.  Let it go from you.  Your true blessing await. 

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The Women Before Me and Our Demons

Saint or sinner Saints or sinners Pick your poison Offer a prayer How many of them went to Heaven for me… I think I thought to think…that I only, was the one adulteress in the lineage of my feminality, only to discover a distinct pathology of self-righteous infidelity.  I sat to think and thought that only I, had committed the heaviest of sins and deviated from a heritage of holy sanctuary, to give away a sacred body to another mortal whom did not belong to me. Only to discover over hard drinks and sweet tea, that the wiles of me were innate, a passive transgression from the women who bled heavy long before me. 

Not that I want to give away the secrets buried with the dead or the secrets under the bed of the alive, but these demons were at the bedside of my creation, breathing heavy for me, long before I first to closed eyes, to form lips for a first kiss. But I would be remiss if I did not mention, I have a notice for every demon that would come to demean us, me. 

Notice to proceed–away from every corridor around my feet, every breath of air near to me. Flee! From my time. From the corners of my womb’s memory and the daughter who came from within me. An eviction notice I give, to that which comes to perpetuate a promiscuous misery. To stir the extravagance of messy sheets and fantasies later draped in melancholy, for love is never birthed from unrequited affinity. 

All that to say, it is true, we repeat histories and destinies; nothing is new under the sun or the soft fall of rain. All that to say, the curses are not far behind the generations to come; we owe the liberty and beauty of transparency to every daughter coming into her self-reality. The women before me, how many of them went to heaven for me? Them, seated up there in the right hand, interceding for me. Love is ahead. 

erm…It is Well