When love is a shimmering curtain
Before a door of chance
That leads to a world in question
Wherein the macabrous dance
Of bones that rattle in silence

I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry

He bad
O he bad
He make a honky
poot. Make it honky’s
blue eyes squint

Funky blues
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at th
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of lonelines
until love leaves its high holy te
and comes into our sight

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived

Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave