Single

Poetry.

Call it cheating if you may,

But once you’ve been kissed you may never stray.

I promise to keep you paralyzed,

Your cries will hang low,

And moans will gallop among high.

Toes twisted, arms lifted,

Bodies swinging in West African rhymes.

Yes its jazz, rhythm and blues,

Its animated enthusiasm,

Cloned to my perfection

Beckoning my pleasure,

And yours too.

Wont you join me in this spectacle?

I invite you too,

The art of negotiation

And everything you may need,

Fulfilling your frustration with a gratifying stroke of a pen,

Shaking your bodily secrets.

Unedited ventures at risk of publication,

Bold lingo, of limbo.

She’s an expert of endorsement,

A capsule of admiration

Caressing your thoughts

Testing tongs, breath, pressure and pitch,

Filling you with a tropical fever of craving,

Distinctive sounds of encore cries,

Wont you join me.

By DeVonia Daniel

He advised me that he wanted a woman,

A women like no other

A women like his mother,

Not so much the same on the exterior,

Yet a women that would bend over backwards,

Side ways and forwards,

Cook his meal, help pay the bills,

And make him squeal at least 4 times a day.

So my questions is,

Do you know who I am?

See I had to take a step back,

It was my turn.

So I advised him,

I want a man.

A man like no other,

A man like my father,

On the interior and exterior.

A man ever so faithful,

Beautiful to the blinded eye,

Love unconditionally,

Forgive all my mistake,

No matter how dreadful they are,

He feeds many people,

Turns water into wine,

Calms storms,

Cast out demons,

And heal the crippled,

Give me Jesus.

Or give me a man like Samuel,

A prophet who listened to God,

Or Solomon a wise king,

Or Nehemiah a heroic builder.

I want a man like no other,

When the times or good, or the times or bad,

I want a man that won’t just look to me,

But falls to his knees,

I want the man of all men.

And he looked at me and said,

I guess there won’t be a second date.

By: DeVonia Daniel

I want to meet you in the rain,

And romanticize that we’re exposed,

Using each other as frame of waterproof crust.

We’re in the park; no let’s do the beach,

So while we rest on the sand,

The tides bathe our sins away.

Kisses plunder time,

So let’s grip this moment,

Be one with me,

It’s ok; enter my region of ecstasy,

As we move in spiral motion

Slow thrust, fill my walls

Send lush waves up my spine,

Our gaze become dilated

We are a crown of moving waves

With indistinguishable moans

Sanctioning the downpour and the breeze to mantle our nudity.

We are intense in an ever-intensifying sequence of desire.

By: DeVonia Daniel

Have you no shame?

For the woman who spent numerous of hours,

Pushing you pass her urethra

Excruciating pain lane on her back cocked open to deliver

A thug of your caliber,

Serving up her souls pain,

An accidental souvenir of pass love affairs,

That gifts grievance in return.

Have you no shame

Of the women that worked on her knees,

Cleaning walls, scrubbing floor, with blistered cotton-picking fingers,

Protesting for your ass to go to class.

Yet the only school you attend holds court on the block.

You’re the excuse for bullshit,

And got the nerve to get mad when a cop calls you nigga,

Put that mirror to your face and watch the reflection,

Of the unchanging reality of American life that you contributed too,

Ofays on top niggers on the bottom

You remain slain to the foundation of the bottomless pit you fell

Killing your own kind over colors you don’t own

Thanking your man for the best weed

But wont thank God for the air you breath.

I have no sympathy for symphony cop-outs

Have you no shame for the women who was the father in your life,

Yet your every prospect is a bitch or a hoe.

Stubbornly you attempt to convince me of your failed employment seeking

But pushing dope into that chicks veins get your dick hard,

As she’s cloth by sex exchange,

For her high stables the pain,

You’re just another award wining street drama

Flamed street clowning portraying to be down.

When the reality is your scared of your own reflection

Failure.

By: DeVonia Daniel