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Sunday, August 22, 2010
In The Night
Walk in the dark, listen
To the sounds of the Ghetto
Cool cats rustling thru weeds stalking
Rats, dodging dogs and coons
Crashes
. .kids playing, laughter
Flashing spinners and systems bumping
Lyrical flava beef rhythm rhyme soul
Doors open, folks on stoops yo
The smell of cooking wafting
Past my
Afrocentric
nostrils//:
Yams pork chops gravy biscuits
Grass jumping up from the sidewalk
Voices in the nite, words spill
From lovable lips against my ear
My hand in yours
My kiss upon your neck and cheek
Taste sampling your buttery Negritude
Our feets quik on the street…a gunning
Engine, wind in your locks rocking
Your MOTION your voice your smell
Your soul, your heart to steal.
I heard your heart, my head in
Your lap, i heard your heart my heart
In your hand I
heard your heart
And smelt the pungent desires
Beckoning from your Manhood.
Beating thumping pounding pulsing
Your heart like a drum in my ear
Beating pounding pounding beating like
THE THUNDERING RHYTHMS OF NUBIA
We made love to that metronome
Black and bluesy and hip and cool.
Your heart your heart your heart
Like the flo in the Ghetto.
Mines to give, yours to steal
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