en-wish-en

wove-ing softly in close up underneath
the blued maternaled dripping
of your longed dark nippled breasts
“-syl-la-bate’n-at-that-
-this-you-some-body-other-self-!” . . .
mumbling on through them soliloquies born
‘fore in ‘cross that passage on
and then on and on     and on and on
and now on through you

in naked scared   unguarded   moments
longing for where you wandering
in brown trespassing eyes
with thick laden hands
too fulled to behold . . .-ding
your long praying fingers en-palming
them done     forbidden things     there warming
in amen amen en-tangling

waiting there stirring in syrup brown sugar ways
who they aint never caint never turned cold
you holding on to there to you holding on
pretending in sometimes ‘hind Sapphire-ing wigs
in a dimming purpled dimmed en-swallowing
your dark plum lips impounding your bosom
in hushed protesting vows
on and on   O Lord   and on and on
in this     as you is been 

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