One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,

Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud

I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…

I keep on drying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.