to love a prince
let my hands bathe the crevices of your shadow slipping into sensual, jeweled flesh let my hands wait for your scent; actions fertilize your laughter. falling, rediscovering veiled promises without touch of winter or source of your deepest rhythm. let it come in the form of thirst and in the form of truth. let my tears gather close to your roots, drowning your deepest seas and possessing your slender waves.
but don’t let me hear that bed squeak
light bright bodies tight moonlight sweet passionate wet flight and from across the hall the aged woman echoed you can hug and kiss and get wet, sweat and rub and pull all you want to but don’t let me hear that bed squeak black mothers somehow always knew the thoughts the wetness the truth inside of sound in flesh sound wet sound ageless sound ritualistic of ancient movement.
i love you differently as a concluding line i have learned to fear the sword of your stare and the sound of your closing eyes and yet not enough not enough i have come to love you differently while clouds surround your ears and rain knots bind my feet beneath your thighs steady beneath your thighs i could learn to love you differently if only you would remove the rain.