If I dig your poetry, does it mean I can’t like your body?
If I dig your body, love, does it mean I can’t get with you?
Hot hips, artist. Why’s it one or the other? I see you inside and out
No fair. No win. If I feel what you’re saying
You won’t come with me tonight. She just smiled,
“Think I’ve got your number”
Is she for real?
“One more body lover”
I swear she said it
“Now you need my number?”
No shame in that
“Sign your name and wonder”
Nouveau, Beatnik. All dressed up in a culture. That don’t make you what you are.
Lovely. Heady. (But) too wrapped up in your boxes.
Let me open some tonight. She just smiled,
She said softly,
“I’ll give away a secret:
I’m not my body
But all my life somebody.Saw what you wanted.
Like anybody, just want the world to see me
Under my body”