I inhale the Perry in your lips
You turn me to liquid pink
Let my rainy eyes
Make you forget you ever experienced pain

Your skin is thousands of surfaces
First layer, a leafy carpet of green
I step softly  
I could not bare to
crumple any of your bursting life
The last, a bed of molten mystery
I beg to be burned

You hold me
like you will never be close enough
A python of pleasure
harder and harder you squeeze
Until all that I have bottled
Comes pouring out

Will you be able to wade in all this woman?
Or will you wave goodbye from the shore,
always wishing you could have
more.

I let
my nails and hair grow out
I wear black turtle neck sweatshirt
My teeth crowd in
on my words
Elizabeth Taylor divorced
I re-enter the world old and slew.

Posh boss.

I am told I carry myself well
All I carry is misogyny
under nail beds
Black flesh wounds
Scratched until they bleed
Red makes them flee

I walk fast,
stomp hard
through streets I frequent
Look him square in the face
Become rooted tree

Black is the only color to her
She is night
Grace is her hands
Vowels, adjectives, her own language
They fire out of fingertips
We side glance
Laughter erupts
The mountains of motherhood
Cascade sisterly love
We are gold rings
She circles the best parts of my life

My wild daughter chasing her sweet son.
They hold hands
The same way we hold the harshness of world for each other

My sacred home.
Hers, a floor below
I open her door to layered acrylic paintings,
an aromatic hug of spices
We show up in
socks
slippers
smirks
She exists in all of it
Circling and wrinkle nosed smiles
We have known each other in novels and framed photos and multiple lives
Probably nine
The crazy cat lady in us abashes
To think I felt lonely
Did that ever exist?
We ever persist
As warriors embedded by fire
We hold baby and feline
Conquering flame.
This corrupt world
Has nothing. on. us.

The moment I twisted out of womb
I was prepared
for this

missed kiss
lost bliss and
effortless forgetfulness

My first breath
I inhaled the gust of the door slamming
***** carriers are great at goodbyes
My mother swaddled me in her strength
Her arms
Turned me from flesh to muscle

You think that you are the first in this
But you are nothing but a playground fist

No one held you like they held me

God lurks under my bed
A devine monster
Spike backed and venomous
He mouths in my ear,
Lips like daggers to lobes
I beg for silence.
He whispers
Non-sweet nothings
about how Mary babied better
Her stain glass eyes scorch me
I burn like an infant bug under magnifying glass
Jezebel girl
You: feminine blasphemy
Why will you not let me save you?

Because
                                                        .Hallelujah.

I became a woman
My eyes peel back to black truth
You are father nightmare,  not a holy savior son
Break my bones with Psalms
I will mash them into soupy indescretions
This is not my purpose driven life, pastor
My breath is
To die unconsecrated
Cohen, keep my marrow
Turn my white into lyrical salvation
I beg my mother
my father
my brothers
Never let anyone save me
I am death and devil
But Jesus Christ, I am free.

A grown man pollutes this town
Bouncing around with flimsy cape
and
vampire capped teeth
"Good morning, beautiful"s that make you want to hurl
into sleeve
Oh and like really cool tattoos bro
Mommy checks each box
So, sweet man child, you can sleep your poor little head
in
                      Can
                              I
                                  cave
                                    ! it in ?

Collapse it into black bat food
Even upside down, they would spit. it. out.
I try to swallow you down
So you can transform into ****
In hopes you maniacally stop tormenting me at dusk

A pukey green
Peter Pan
You shadow different importent men everyday
Trapped in black and white,
non-identity
You groom
traumatized lost boys
a football fantasy testosterone ego stroking---ohhhh come on reffffff type of sadness
Perfect for you to money grab and purge on compliments
What a big boy you are.

Wendy and I do not succumb to anti wrinkle cream
Our blue dresses hold fold into fists
We cling to age
our weaponry
is pirate knife knowledge
Tinker bell, who?
I will not fade to dust
Even though you keep trying to file me down

Everyone around us knows who to trust.
That must be hard for a fool like you.

You deep sea dive inside the ocean of me
and man-make a continent sized drain,
positioned  
next to a family of oysters on my ocean floor
Mother, father, brother--you drain my whole life of pearls
A sea-leech who slithers secretly
into deeper waters
You do not belong here.
A cobalt vulture, snagging the empath of my soul
that mistakes air for kindness