Boy Queen

red throat clear

In the morning when I coyed your skin

it felt

like velvet fur

your Nubian lips glossed

by the yolk

of the rising sun.

You made me sigh

I made you

cry…

you showed me all your graces

your fire and desire

you made me sigh…

I

made you cry but

kissed such

tears

away.

Wearing on mine

your pith turned child

beautiful bright boy

my prince

some being born out of the

queen in flight

dark

as the night was warm

was thinly clothed

with shy whispers

crumpled by the

wrath of sheets.

You showed me the

soft side

the

dark side

showed me

the wildcat

poised

beneath that

African pride…

disclosed your

every shade

of woman

to my man

who kissed away

lone tears

who cradled that

fragility till anxiety had

faded

bodies cascading

in moments

stretched

to years

(from The Red Room)

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