COURTING POEMS

Brain uneasy in its shell

Shifts points of view to find a comfortable spot

While unfamiliar eyes covered in tight gritty skin

Cave in on self

Trampled by fire ants stinging their way to my temple

You are allowed to crave me

Burst from my finger tips, succulent and rich

To be like your sweet-sop friend you converse with so lovingly

If only you would show me such affection

Have you ever noticed that to mold your flesh

Delights not only my fingers but also the tips

Of nipples pushed up to your exposed back?

Your elusiveness is an insult to a woman full of love

And I need this pounding to stop!

Replaced by your fervency to occupy me

And be released by no one but me.

© CHANDIS 2004 (done as part of my Calabash Workshop series of poems 2003-2004)