We

Your name tumbles too easily from my lips, my thoughts wander less
I such a random philosopher have finally found singularity of thought
it is you
Your scent never remains long enough in my covers
and I exist for lifetimes in every smile you offer
your presence drums out purpose so loudly
you are my consort
our eyes search hard through each others soul
never has my own eternity been so impressed upon me
I am sure that I have ever known you
you are me, I am you & yet we have balance
alone together, so thin become our mortal coils that our bodies
threaten to break and spill out our god-selves radiantly for all the earth
the rhythm in our love is a call to all children of the sun
and yet so often you give me your head when I demand your heart
your fear conjurs my pain, breeds my own hesitation
strengthens monstrous ego and vanity
my unwillingness to prove our destiny, our eternity
deepens our mortality til I imagine it is all my dream
though I know well I haven't imagination enough
to conjure rhythms and melodies only we can hear
my logical mind tries hard to exist with paradoxes
of grand consortium without soul mate
how can my essence scream so loudly I found you
when I never sought you
I am my beloved and my beloved is mine
such beauty in truth I have never known
its starkness and severity in resonance quake my soul
begs the weighty choice of all that I am or all that I could be
so daunting the brilliance of clear light
that as yet we cling hard to darkness

The Rose

Thought she was a rose, pulchritudinous & delicate
with more than a healthy fear of falling
she demands grace in her demeanor
she didn't curse only used uplifting words
I, born under a curse, found such words quite uplifting
& now found a way without them
& I with more scars than stories to account for them
& lust for flight so strong I cannot taste my fear of falling
I, more beautiful weed than flower
felt myself more feminine in her presence
she taught me to be careful, that those we let in can hurt us, abuse us even
I searched for a graceful way to express that
no one just takes; we give
they may take more than we planned to give, but only after we've given
away our essence, our God-selves, our souls
the pain reminds us who we are
I spoke for hours of fearlessness
of sharpening my will so much I would become bulletproof
all that I desire, that which was beneficial
would come to me without seduction
& what I read as disagreement, or confusion,
& unwillingness to take such a step personally
was really anger, hurt, & displeasure
at my audacity & boldness, most unladylike
so again like so many other flowering relationships
I got cut by the thorns, I didn't know were there
my ouch was met with this was a long time in coming
you should've known & there is no way I could've hurt you more than you hurt me
for I am the victim, ever she was the victim
Only this time I have learned the lesson
you weren't to have authority on how feminine I felt
a rose is not the feminine ideal
I am not more masculine, I am as we were made to be
I rock stilettos & can jump fences in them
when I enter a room women hold tight their men, to my enjoyment
simply because it keeps them out of my way
I neither hide my curves nor emply their use to build esteem
my hips bring down kingdoms or build them up as I see fit
got enough Nat Turner in me to take out cradled babes
with no paradox in mind when I hold close those of my village or of my flesh
no longer see weakness in tears, but i don't see strength in them either
just cleansing, I cleanse myself in tears as I cleanse my sword of blood
woe be unto those who oppose me
cause i ain't no fuckin rose