Self pleasuring Self

She laid down, the crown of her dreads meet the plush mattress. Her endless throat peels back and her mouth lets out the sweetest breath of relief. Her skin sensitive to touch, nearly pulls itself together with hairs and goosebumps just to meet me. She seems to be in another place but needs my touch to keep her there. I trace my fingers across all parts of her and seal the trail with kisses. Her body dances to the reaction, her voice sings moans of suspense...

My Spirit Speaks

In numbers
In stars
In dreams 

My Spirit Speaks

In traumatic induced tears
In cold relentless insecurity
In sharpened tongue tips

My Spirit Speaks 

In children's whispers
In monsoon waves
In butterfly wings


My spirit reeks of poetry.

Woman World

If we ruled would racism exist?
Would poverty & homelessness persist?

If we ruled would there be sky scrapers?
Would their dark corners still be infested with rapers?

If we ruled would the plants remain illegal?
Would mass illness still be essential?

If we ruled would this rolling stone still be stone at all?

Untitled (for now)

can you see me?
your eyes glossed from Hennessey
mine from this tree
stuffed in my cigarette pipe

I am a cigarette pipe
cant you see?

its me
harsh on the eyes
with disguised lies
to hide my magical insides