Since There Aren’t Enough Poems About Black Men (Part III)

Lisssennnnn...

Black Man I came to this earth loving you

Recognized powerful deities above in you

Your presence security

deeply embedded royal edicts a surety

As hand over newborn heart

every word spoken became law in me

essence of your sacred breath raw in me

the sound of your voice an immediate draw in me

My allegiance ingrained

Earliest memory of the best Father

who with sneak peaks into futures gifted me replicas

in two Brothers adventure-seeking

older siblings steady leaking

more protection and more patience

destiny unimpeded plus prophecy speaking

for a world just waiting for us

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Midnight Man I been R.E.M-sleep dreaming you

The heat I feel intrinsic ‘depth-hot-springs-steaming’ you

Marinating in my ethers

soon to satisfy

released from gravitational forces

and about to gratify

since shhh…

we created love

long before love knew its name

through god and goddess consortiums

reaching all kind of consensus

I cannot see where 'me' ends and 'you' begins

seamless where we blend to share sacred skins

ecstasy limits in me rend as we gift paradise our wins

This is bliss beyond bodies

mind heart and soul

that so makes me wanna sleep all day

as its nourishment satiates me whole

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Ebony King walking I place passion on your open hand

A gift of rarest benison not one earth-soul dare command

but you

Substratum of Humanity

and bedrock’s support since earth’s foundation

history’s genesis bears you witness DNA Father of every nation

Allegiance owed though not to be requisitioned

cool calm and collected persona ne’er to abide a split decision

infinite regal presence intolerant of imprecision

Won’t be nothing less than Conquering Lion

that powerful metal said to sharpen iron

a welcome response to my alpha vibes you Almighty-Loving-Zion

Together we inherit the land of “Nothing to prove”

whilst this relaxation level

comprehensively seals senses

Incense in overflow

Unfiltered nectars

R&B rising

Inner sanctum salvation advising

*Bogolon-wraps beneath full moon heights

‘post-ebony-flesh-communion-kissed’ juju

Warmth…

for those inevitable coldest nights…

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*Bogolon: A one-of-a-kind hand-painted textile from Mali, commonly known as ‘mudcloth.’