He told me to write...
Do your worst. That challenge is one that is laced with trepidation and anticipation...Okay, it was my decision to take a step towards an unstable bridge that leads to a clearly shaky home, but that testosterone was so inviting...it covered the holes in the foundation, it painted gentleman on top of the boy-like intentions, it laid red and glowing rugs over the stained and rotting manhood that was once potent and visible...once there...that damn testosterone. It twirls me around...I'm such a lover at my core. I daydream about how lovely things can be with this faceless King and it is absolutely lovely. In those dreams, I want to dance like my parents do when they remember how much they love each other...1 and a 2 and a 1-2...spin and know that if I get lost, I'll have your hand to guide me back to our heartbeat that travels to the rhythm of our relentless tooth and nail battle to embody our breath of perfection, our own living memorial to Afrikan descendant love, our raw, sweaty, unedited worship of our best selves....be each others favorite moments that spill over onto this burning earth making love memories that glitter like newborns twinkling eyes when they first realize what life looks like...it looks like possibility and wonder...Nakupenda...we speak in our ancestors native tongue when we share our admiration with each other. A constant exchange of growth dealt by gentle hands that mold and massage life's lessons into my muscle memory allowing me to unconsciously yon volu through space in unison with him...with you...I'm reaching I know, and I'll continue to do so cause the further I reach the more I feel his skin at my fingertips...grazing my curiosity. He's exhaling into a sacred being...inhaling all of the lovely feelings that I envision and cherish when I see his faceless image...I want to pillage his every inch and plant orange and yellow peace along his tongue so when he speaks he only exudes earth that is fertilized by his power and hope that leaves me no choice but to succumb to our combined greatness...fate this bliss is...I want more and then some to make me weightless and float beside him in a place that will cushion our sore and aching hearts as we turn our bodies into grace and freedom...*sigh*
So, I wrote...I did my part. I'm not sure what I wrote, but I just let my mind wander and this is where I ended up...
posted by The Funky Fly Fresh Goddess @ 3/26/2007 10:15:00 AM
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