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PROSPERMIND

What is Love?

How do I answer this question,
if I’ve never been in Love?

Strip down naked.
Awkwardness of nakedness.
I feel so visible, too visible
– naked.

I feel ashamed.
Shameful and shy,
at the same time.

Love has never stopped by,
Love has never shown its face
around me.

How am I supposed to know,
what Love feels like,
what Love looks like,
what Love tastes like,
if I’ve never even met this thing
you call “love”?

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Tshombe Sekou

held her hands—wanting

to tell her to be a girl,

my tongue was a male-stones

but for sure I can teach her to love

hard as stone / soft as her name

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LONG LEAN, NEED TO BE CLEANED BY TONGUE….. I WANT YOU POISED

ABOVE ME, GIANT, WAITING TO CONSUME ME….

I WANT TO WALK IN YOUR MOUTH, EXPLORE YOUR

TASTE, BUT NEVER IN HASTE….

I WANT TO FEEL YOUR QUIET CURL AROUND

ME IN A SIGH…

I PEAK, OVERFLOWING IN WHITE PUDDLES AS YOU MAKE

FOOTPRINTS INSIDE ME….

YOUR FINGERS TRACE SILHOUETTE OUTLINES, TAKING

PICTURES OF THE DEAD, THEIR LAST BREATH….

I WANT TO TRANSFORM IN WHAT USE TO BE YOUR GOLDEN

HALO, NOW IT CREEPS UPON AUTUMN, YOU, JUST TURNING

RIPE FOR ME TO INDULGE ON YOUR BULGE…..

I WANT TO WATCH YOUR EYES BECOME WHOLE AS I

REACH INTO YOUR SEA, SWIMMING, FROLICKING,

FLOATING CORPSE…

TIPS FINGER FANGS JUST FOR ONE DROP OF RED…

I WATCHED YOU SWELL, DWELL, PEEPING, SEEKING, NOW

MONSTROUS……

I WILL MOLD YOU INTO MY DESTRUCTION, JUST TO CRUMBLE

UPON YOU…..

YOU CLOUDY MY RAINBOWS, CAN’T RESIST MY SWEET

TREATS….

I WANT TO FEEL YOU GROW INSIDE ME, LIMBS

SPROUTING INTO ORGASMIC DELUSIONS, BREAKING

FLESH, DECOMPOSING RIGHT BEFORE YOU…

I WANT TO REMAIN HIGH ON YOU….

I TUMBLE IN YOUR COPPER, BECOMING YOUR

TOPPER….

STRINGS OF SILK TIE ME, BIND ME, AND SO I BECOME

JUST A MEMORY, SOMETHING TO WASTE THOUGHTS ON

WHEN NO ONE IS WATCHING….

BECOMING FETAL, YOU SLEEP, ONCE AGAIN

LITTLE FLUTTERS…..



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