I don’t remember your last name
You told me once, twice before
I was looking away
At your pictures on the wall
A ball-head those days
Young boy dealing with young girls
On playing fields
Starfish oils perfumed the air
The scent of tranquility
Over cranberry sangria
My soul opened up speaking of sabella
Under the keystone to enter my home
I am listening
To the call from the bones
So much to learn of you
Like where you went
Off to play
Out to see
Out to be
So much I want of me
To feel my soul open wider
Tickle me so my lips swell
Heat me up so my lips moisten
Teasing me
With your desiring eyes
Touching me
With your ten feathers
There is no need
There is no want
Except on those days
When Yemoja is calling
I must go offer a gift
From my shop of infinite love
I came home to stop awhile
Knocked on your door
No one answered
Gone away somewhere
Off to play
Out to see
Out to be
I spent a moment in sadness
No farewell
Only freedom
To saunter over jagged rocks
Collect shells
Wade in salty water
From sweaty slaves
Working hard
To quiet down
Like restless waves
Settling at sunset
Under coconut tree tops
With coconut jelly
Ready to chop
I spent a moment in laughter
Off to finishing school
They sent to neuter you
Your heart beat too strong
Drumming your way home
Where did you go?
When will you return?
So I can be in love
With your spirit some more
More of you wanting
Loving this gift from
Dust to dust