Thoughts of you consume my mind
My heart beating your very name
Hoping for the press of your lips
Needing your touch more than air
Days spent in dream of you
The sweetest taste on my tongue
How the gods ever let you escape
For no man should see your beauty
And be doomed to suffer your absence
The way I agonize when you are gone
No joy I gain without your smile
Your laughter haunts my days
Succulent visions of us fill my nights
Waiting to hold you in my embrace
A fool in love with nothing to loose
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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