I can’t say lifelong…
cuz each minute requires it’s own moment of truth…
like the second u said I was irresistable
couldn’t have happened
thinking lifelong
is all I’m sayin…

cuz being deep in love is silly
ain’t it?
with prepaid and prepared kisses
tasting like salt in an old wound…

I’d just like to be grounded with you…
not
deep inside where I cain’t see my way ‘round
but eye to eye …u know?...
I wanna be able to get moody and begin to complain
when u walk out my door,down the creaky stairs,
still trying to tiptoe without the neighbors hearing u….

I wanna appreciate your attempt at being a man who is concerned about things that don’t matter to us….
but keep old folk from gossipin’

course I cain’t say lifelong…
to do that would hitch me up in some curious way
to the notion
that I cain’t
enjoy you fully right now
cuz I’m cute right now and so is you…

gaurantee
if you take me out tonight …you’ll learn
I don’t like slow dancing….i’m medium setlike
with a little ummph in my hips
and I may not have that lifelong you see.

so take it now…
see if it fits your vernacular…
and if by chance
that and hour turns into something monumentous
like a WHOLE day….and I’m caught up
in cooking breakfast with your crisp white collar shirt on

it’s possible

I’ll say something like
this could be lifelong (to myself)

u know…companion like and such
I may start to fancy
that we have something to work from
that somehow
you’ve convinced me..to meditate ona tomorrows time line
and okay…I understand…
I get it
no one likes to dream holding hands alone.
so let’s just say for the sake of sayin’
that this… is lifelong

so you can go ‘head and finish greasin’ my scalp
and I can keep tending to the sweat
falling off your bald head
after you swim and dive and wade all up in thru me
let’s just call it love

and see how long
life holds on.



kimabe 8/2006

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hot grooves on plastic
drippings

i truly love this...

because of these

cuz being deep in love is silly
ain’t it?
with prepaid and prepared kisses
tasting like salt in an old wound…

I’d just like to be grounded with you…
not
deep inside where I cain’t see my way ‘round
but eye to eye …u know?...
I wanna be able to get moody and begin to complain
when u walk out my door,down the creaky stairs,
still trying to tiptoe without the neighbors hearing u….

I wanna appreciate your attempt at being a man who is concerned about things that don’t matter to us….
but keep old folk from gossipin’

lines. I had a smile on my face when i reached the above lines, and it stayed throughout the rest of the read. this was felt. Peace~

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l'amour est la médecine fidèle d'un dieu.

i think i feel my skin going scaled.
can i come up for air? ©amel larrieux

yeah...i'm diggin' this piece too miss t...it's not my regular cut to the gritty style...but every once in awhile i like to put down some of my feminity on the boards.usually i keep these poems to myself...but i wanted to share this one...so thank you for feeling it just the same...k boogie

I swear every time I read a piece I flash to the great poets of old. Nikki, Sonia, Gwendowlyn...

This is full, well-birthed, grounded, mooth, eloquent, tough, real, strong shit mayne...just plain excellent.

My humble opinion.

Freedom and Ant...good lookin out...miss k

these thoughts elevate conjured feelings and make real what is often experienced in a moment, allowing time to stop

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder

You write with such familiarity and intimacy, it makes the reader think you are speaking with an old friend, yet the work is always accessible--

Loved these lines:

cuz being deep in love is silly
ain’t it?
with prepaid and prepared kisses
tasting like salt in an old wound…



I’d just like to be grounded with you…
not
deep inside where I cain’t see my way ‘round
but eye to eye …u know?...


(Ahh, the rub, because if we are grounded how can we fly?)

I wanna be able to get moody and begin to complain
when u walk out my door,down the creaky stairs,
still trying to tiptoe without the neighbors hearing u….

I wanna appreciate your attempt at being a man who is concerned about things that don’t matter to us….
but keep old folk from gossipin’


Thank you, talented one!

i have to admit...that's a pleasentry that i've learned from nikki giovanni, who always says...just put i down...so that's what i do...thank u....miss k

Makes one wonder -- 'Bout a play on wordz ...

(((Lifelong)))

... The "life" of the couple -- Like until death do us part ...

...... Or the "life" of the relationship -- Like however long it lasts ...


I just LOVE your take on life & relationships ma'am -- So down to earth and E/Z to visualize -- :)


*Feelin' It ^UP^*

This piece resonates so much with me right now... definitely one of my favorites from you. Always a pleasure to read your words.

Kitkat

If fucking were graceful, I'd be your dancer

I have boarded the train to nowwhere waking up to find myself somewhere

damn K!!!!!


i aint read nothing on okp worth reposting in a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time. till tonight....
this goes on my myspace....

DAMN!
i miss you boo...
take care...
-j

lol...you guys are so generous with ypur thoughts and love...i feel it even in the cold brooklyn air...i love yall...miss k

"and see how long
life holds on."

mmph

thank u for sharing a fragile yet strong heart of u... (not part, but heart)...

challenges one to be real and to truly define what one is saying, feeling and doing all in one breath (moment)

"is this worth a life-time to u?" is what keeps ringing in my ears...

i like this drop

blessed,

MUSE