Today was so rich
It was like eating
A piece of
German Double Chocolate Fudge Cake
Dripped with chocolate syrup
And covered in buttery
Real whipped cream…
Fed bite by bite
By hand
By my lover,
The universe itself.
The dream world
Sent me off to school
With whispers
Of rich images,
Colors, and tones
To haunt me through
My day…
So off I ran
With the kisses
Of Mother Dreamtime
Still wet on my cheek
As I barely arrived
Before my teacher…
I got to watch
My first real performance
Caught on video
And got to be
On the other end
Of my own intensity…
I squirmed under my own
Gaze…
The first bite of the day
And my head was reeling.
My God,
Is this what it is like
For others
On the other side
Of my eyes?
Lazer beams
Cutting hard,
Slicing, cutting,
Till your soul is bare.
Is this me?
How could it not be?
It was hard to swallow,
And too rich for words
To swallow
Without the milk
Of mother Life
To wash it down,
So I swallowed
My pride.
Next bite of
Love and life
I found in
My newfound
Best friend
As we watched
The beauty
Of campus swirl
About and around us
In a blaze
Of spring colors
And flesh tones
That aroused us both
As we drank
In the sun
While we ate
Our lunch.
The sweetness
Was bitter
Like Dark Chocolate
As he confessed
His indiscretions
And I felt the end
Of his future
Not yet here.
Could it get any richer?
Then a young man
Bursting with
The explosion
Like when you accidently
Bite into the double hot melted fudge…
Rhythm & Hues
Music pumping
Paint splashing
With wild abandon
As the words
Of MLK
Blast away
And his face
Appears between
The smears.
I am crying.
People have stopped
To smell the roses
And for a moment
We all have a dream
And share it together.
Such rich cake
Is best when shared
Is it not?
Then off to class
Again…
And share my soul
With a man
Who can stand
The raw savor
Of my poetry
And the harsh
Depths of
A scene where
I portray the
Transformation
Of a woman's rape…
And make it my own
Marrying the two
He helps me with
Such love and tenderness
That his understanding
Is like finding another
Who can taste
Each thing,
And layer
Of this
German Double Chocolate Fudge Cake
Day.
There is hardly
A moment
To swallow it all.
Back with the hip-hop
Don't stop
Artistans all
With record,
spray paint,
they are all great!
Shoes, shirts,
records spinning,
Drums, and
Break dancing…
More Life and Love
In one room
Than I can stand…
I am amongst
My kindred souls
Who bleed passions
With singular
Reckless abandon,
Like chocolate syrup
Drizzled all over the plate.
And the sun hasn't even set
Yet… my god
There is still more…
So off I go
Draggin my drum
To a quiet place
With old friends
Who have missed me &
We share our spirituality
I am glad
To share the last
24 hours of my day.
They get the last bite
of my
German Double Chocolate Fudge Cake
Day
