Sexual PreludeI want to sail across your waters,More Like This
wash away my doubts in your seas.
Find myself on your earth,
glide over its goose bumped surface,
drown in its vulnerability,
as I immerse myself into its tender surface.
I want to make art on your canvas,
tattooed keepsakes of this moment.
Become the tremble in your thighs,
the fire tiptoeing over your flesh,
the shortness in your breath.
I desire to linger in your fragrance,
get drunk on its intoxication
as I devour your simple sweetness.
I long to taste the moral decadence,
dancing between the tangent of your lips,
Learn the dirty secrets behind your eyes.
as I savor every moment,
every morsel of your existence,
obsessing with all the little things
that is the make up your elegant creation.
I want to be the moonlight,
shining on your fair skin,
glowing with a serene brilliance,
as it brings tears to lovers eyes.
The rain so lucky,
to trickle ever so slow
across your sacred flesh,
absorbing into your physical des
A Man of the FreeThe whip that lashes,More Like This
and the fist that bashes,
there is no escape from this Hell.
And my mother she left
with the angel of death.
Is my master my father, pray tell.
And my feet have been
so cracked with the frost.
In one single shot of defiance,
Demby's life was lost.
My aunt, how she screamed
when the whip came down,
in so much pain,
such a terrible sound.
And off I went
with the white sails on the shore,
to abandon my family,
bound for Baltimore.
As a young child
learning to read,
my Mistress, the demon,
how she made my heart bleed.
And I will teach me to write
just like the white man.
So that one day I may find
myself in the free land.
But these chains hold me fast
to servitude I owe.
They hold me to masters,
the whip, and the hoe.
So why must I fear
for my life everyday?
I'm human too,
so I must run away.
And cruel Mr. Covey
with his eyes like the snake's,
watching us closely;
the slaves he must break.
But I will not stand
for his "Christian" ways,
when I am done with him, to me,
Following Fate - part 1Disclaimer: the views expressed by characters in this text may not be accurate reflections on the author's own. (ie, I am not homophobic, and I do not support homophobia, but my characters live in a homophobic society, because it could form the basis for a great many plot points.)More Like This
Jarril Annisar watched as his brother walked the two horses on down the main street, otherwise deserted at this odd hour, after the time when respectable people had gone home to a nice hot meal but a while before the denizens of the night creeped out of their cracks scattered in the city. The smoky light of oil lamps, a new addition as yet only decorating the main thoroughfares, encroached on the heavy blackness with pools of amber, attracting moths that flickered like tiny birds around the flame. the patches of intense darkness in between hiding horse dung and fish heads and other detritus that fell from the carts on their way to the market.
Jarril set off down the side-street into a deeper shado