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"This is the beginning of what surely could be a simmering dance with the master of the obsessed. I crave you. You are in my mind. You own my brain. Free me please." --- The plea my mind is making as I dare to crush hard...

a love-poem

Oooo babe. This grandeur that 

surely you must be is circulating
through my mind. It is a pulse; has its own
rhythm. It mambos,
pirouetting deathdrops of pure delight
in the tight recesses and in the most
secret-sacred of my most private places.
I close my eyes and you're there.
Still.

You own my brain.

I am a willful, yet
unwillful participant in the slave-trade
ownage of my whole soul. You: mine
master. Your lips: they shackle me.
When you coy-smile with that side-eye glance
I am strange fruit
beholden to the crack of your whip. Take me.
Free me please.

Free me on the banks of old rivers,
baptizing my subservience in a rain
of kisses about my body. Take me.
Save me please.

Save me on the solid rock of Gibraltar;
Reign freedom on my face
while conjuring hymn-like images: the rock of ages'
water, blood. I want to be saved.

Cue beer, blunt, Xanax cocktail
and an ol' Negro spiritual. Sing to me.
Sing to me of a future age when what-ifs
fade as if time healing captivity
wounds. Sing to me and I will
duet with you.

Oooo babe. This grandeur that surely you are
is resonating within my entire psyche. It is
ever-resounding and significant.
It is hip-hop and it is jazz and it is classic
and it has its own orchestra. It crescendos,
a love-poem without cacophonous consequence,
its rhythm inspiring succulent
dance just beneath the surface of my willful bondage.
I feel you.

Loose your instrument and play for me
please. Free me. Take me. Save
me. Reign whole-notes of uninhibited cadenza
in my left ear.
Love me. I open my eyes
and you are here: Aroused.
Own my heart

now.


Copyright © 2016 Jacquii Cooke

 


So ... I was inspired to write a poem. First poem I've finished in what seems like at least a couple years. For those of you who are not really familiar with my writing style — I tend to use enjambment a lot. The line breaks are sporadic, some lines can even stand on their own as a unique unit ... Sorta abstract how a poem can come together. Anyway — I've edited the poem to prose poetry format. This format will make it a bit easier to read anyway. I hope you like it. I welcome critique, comments and of course ==> L-O-V-E :)

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a love-poem

Oooh babe. This grandeur that surely you must be is circulating through my mind. It is a pulse; has its own rhythm. It mambos, pirouetting deathdrops of pure delight in the tight recesses and in the most secret-sacred of my most private places. I close my eyes and you're there. Still. You own my brain.

I am a willful, yet unwillful participant in the slave-trade ownage of my whole soul. You: mine master. Your lips: they shackle me. When you coy-smile with that side-eye glance I am strange fruit beholden to the crack of your whip. Take me. Free me please.

Free me on the banks of old rivers, baptizing my subservience in a rain of kisses about my body. Take me. Save me please.

Save me on the solid rock of Gibraltar; Reign freedom on my face while conjuring hymn-like images: the rock of ages' water, blood. I want to be saved.

Cue beer, blunt, Xanax cocktail and an ol' Negro spiritual. Sing to me. Sing to me of a future age when what-ifs fade as if time healing captivity wounds. Sing to me and I will duet with you.

Oooo babe. This grandeur that surely you are is resonating within my entire psyche. It is ever-resounding and significant. It is hip-hop and it is jazz and it is classic and it has its own orchestra. It crescendos, a love-poem without cacophonous consequence, its rhythm inspiring succulent dance just beneath the surface of my willful bondage. I feel you.

Loose your instrument and play for me please. Free me. Take me. Save me. Reign whole-notes of uninhibited cadenza in my left ear. Love me. I open my eyes and you are here: Aroused. Own my heart now.

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