This man
has me floatin through Monday like Friday
ain’t even matter
Has me
sinful and sinless all in the same syllable
with every
nerve ending on my body suspended
begging for a mercy that just keeps
coming
Sweet deliverance
This man
is the ascension of poetry
Has me—Good Lord,
didn’t know the body could do such things
and we’re only gettin started
Has me
who cares if the whole damn world know
I’ve written
armfuls of love sonnets
talkin bout caresses
talkin bout kisses
talkin bout forever by the minute
But this ain’t the one
This is the back-breaker
the headboard shaker
the we gon have to wash these sheets
Hot damn—
that’s that thing I like right there
Just
like . . .
This man
has me time travelin
experiencing alternate dimensions
in every exhale
He is answered prayer
is baptism
is nourishment
is relief
He is Christmas morning
wrapped up in my—Yes Lord
Pressed around his love
like I can’t know heaven if I let go
Has me
Sweat and sauna with slight whisper
Has me
Backstroking upstream up streams
where Hell Yes feels like flying
I could drown here but please don’t save me
This man
has me feelin like plenty is a damn lie
There couldn’t be enough lifetimes
of his grasp
his pull
his lift
his lean
the nape of my neck
against his breath
his rhythm
his rock
my roll
his warmth
my pleas
This man
has me
4/28/14
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