"When your hands travel
across my hemispheres
know these lands
have been invaded before
and though I may quiver
from your touch
there is still a war
It is not without fear
and memories awash in blood
that I allow you to slip between
my borders
rest in the warm valleys
of my sovereign body
offer you feasts and songs
dress you in a bloack of peacock
feathers and stars
These gifts could be misconstrued
as worship
Honor mistaken for surrender
When you tast my lips
think of maize
venison
perfect wild strawberries
Notice the way my breath smells of cedar
my sweat flows like slow Southern rivers
and my flesh burns with history
Honor this
I walk out of genocide to touch you"
(Walking With Ghosts (c) 2005, p. 11)
across my hemispheres
know these lands
have been invaded before
and though I may quiver
from your touch
there is still a war
It is not without fear
and memories awash in blood
that I allow you to slip between
my borders
rest in the warm valleys
of my sovereign body
offer you feasts and songs
dress you in a bloack of peacock
feathers and stars
These gifts could be misconstrued
as worship
Honor mistaken for surrender
When you tast my lips
think of maize
venison
perfect wild strawberries
Notice the way my breath smells of cedar
my sweat flows like slow Southern rivers
and my flesh burns with history
Honor this
I walk out of genocide to touch you"
(Walking With Ghosts (c) 2005, p. 11)
So many levels of this speaks so honestly of the sexual encounters he has had, of the vision people see of him when they finally get to know him, of the struggles a people have gone through in history. He is a truly wonderful, remarkable poet and inspiration. I suggest reading more of his wonderful artwork!
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