Can You Hear Me?

I want to speak to you in ways
that defy language
wave lengths of emotion
too complicated to translate
but simple
traveling heart to heart
ears that hear the vibrations
Humming in my throat
echoing through time
through me
fingertips reading  the Braille of my thoughts
Touching my lips
signing my soul
Quick movements that pause at parted thighs
Retrace their steps
Penetrate
Soothing, stimulating
Ragged breathing
speaking without words
without sounds
Can you hear me?

Caught in your gaze
A look that drips through my veins like
life support
rapid heart beats in no danger of flat lining
flowing freely steady drips sustain
Kisses keep me conscious,
Connected to you
We share the same skin
Folding into you
Affection seeps from my pores
touching you with words unspoken
I wear you like perfume
A scent that goes
straight to my head
I’m weak in the knees
so complicated
but simple

you
meshed to me
heart to heart
tender yet frightening
Drowning lustful longing
Can you hear me?

Lifting my face
the sun kissing my skin
the way you do
When you do
Eyes locked
You steal my soul
when we speak in silence
I know you are here
showing me the way to your heart 
mapping the way to reach you
in that land where our words
Are sighs and song
carefully plotting through your geography
this land hidden between
folds of soft flesh
parted lips that open for me
fingertips reading you wetness
in our world
where word don’t reside
syllables are non entities
We are the poetry
Sliding from lips
Dripping from chins
Our murmurs of ecstasy release
Revive
Unspoken word
because it’s simple
heart to heart
longing to feel what the other feels
The heat of our pleasure
Shedding skin
this way we communicate
Conversations of complete understanding
I tell you my stories
While listening to yours
Not complicated
simple
without a single word
Can you hear me?

I Made A Woman Cry Today

I made a woman cry today
It wasn’t planned there was no agenda
I had no idea I could be the cause of
Tears sliding down brown cheeks
There are all kinds of tears
shed like libations
at the foot of tombstones
coffins to small
unexpected hiccups that take away
dreams for future, shatters hope
and leave there marks on streaked faces
tributaries to the soul
There are tears shed from the disappointment of a system that should lift up not tear down

I made a woman cry today
All I did was answer a question
Do your kids go to school here
she asked in a rush
I thought she would touch me
before I could answer she adds
I just enrolled my kids here
I may have made a mistake
My kids have go here I answer
my daughter emerges from the building
Japanese class done for the day
this is my daughter Tia,
she’s a senior here this year
Tia blushes says hello and escapes to the car
you know how some parents talk about their children
and in their description so angelic it couldn’t possibly be true
Tia doesn’t seem like an angel
she is one
on loan to me from a place where….anyway
when she smiles
you feel the her goodness,
She smiled at this woman

You both have hair like my babies
I smile an attempt to relieve her stress
What do you do for a living she asks
I tell her I teach
She tells me about the many schools her children have attended
how they have gone from being ashamed to be black in one
to being afraid to be smart in another
how she can’t stand knowing their self esteem is being attacked daily

they need a change
people say this is the place

I tell her how I teach
of my love affair for educating the young
I explain the teachable moment that moment where an issue rears its ugly head and
I stop everything until it is resolved
And about the answer that question the question
how i have actually have to threaten my students
to make them go home
how the day I stop having fun at my job
is the day I quit
refusing to be like the countless other teachers who hate their jobs
how  through art, reading and geography my students see the world
I entice, dare them into there fabulousness

and i really have to go but don’t worry
even though I’m biased
I think she made a good choice  
I love where I work
You work here
I nod walking away
What grade do you teach she asks desperately to my retreating back
Middle school
And again the tears
Streaking brown cheeks
My daughter is going to be in your class
She wipes at her tears
I take her hand reassure her
She looks past me
the tears return with a smile
as she makes her way across the parking lot
I turn to the direction of her gaze
See my angel tears sliding down her brown cheeks
There are all kinds of tears
Like the one’s shed when hope is renewed
And then there are the tears shed because you are proud of you mother
I realized I didn’t make a woman cry today
I made two