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Abe Love

Abe,
I want to dance
with you,
cinch my arms
around
your waist,
whisper
candy-cane words
into your ears...
dance
is the pulse
of love,
the very breath
of rhythm,
the essence
of our souls...
dance
on the beach,
scuff our heels
and soles
with clam-shells
and string cowry-shells
around your loins
and swan's neck;
I shall stick
a stud
of diamonds
in your
ear-lobes,
gently held
between
my teeth...
I like to chew
on soft spots,
I would love
to kiss
your toes
and make love
to you
in the bowels
of the sea;
that way,
the very act
of love-making
shall cleans
bad memories
from our minds;
our several good memories
shall be collected
and filed
for future
reference
and use...
Abe,
life is rather
too short
to hold back
from that which
we most desire,
to hold hands,
walk the beach
and scream out
our lungs
in primal
mating-call...
Abe,
I am not afraid
to love and re-love
you with the whole
of me,
however much guilt
may surge up
my spine...
Abe,
I am afraid
love as intense
as that which
I have for you,
like life itself,
may eventually
run its course
and with it
the fast fading
of even the sweetest
of memories...
still,
to have loved once
with the fullness
of one's being
can never be
impeached...
for to have loved
at all,
is to have been
man or
woman
to the greatest
extent of one's
being,
thus to have begotten
oneself
in the fullness
of the divine....


by Kwame Okoampa-Ahoofe, Jr.

 Posted by: Kwame Okoampa-Ahoofe, Jr.


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