Rhythm's Spot

I’m lying next to you

Feigning sleep

I feel your fingertips

On the small of my back

Feather-like strokes

Sending chills

Up my spine

I’m holding my breath

Waiting

To exhale

I am slowly

Being swept up

In this web of ecstasy

You are spinning for me

Your hand on my back

The other tangled in my hair

You’re breathing heavily

Heat

Emanating from your body

Its 4:00 in the morning

And I

Am in no way sleeping

I’m barely moving

Intoxication

And anticipation

Are taking over

I let out

An involuntary

Grrrooooaaaannnn

You answer in return

By pulling me close

I just can’t get enough

The feel of you

Pushing me over the edge

Time & time again

We imbibe

The sweet nectar

Of each other

The nibbling

Of lips

The feel of

Fingertips

I run my hands

Over your back and chest

They slip to your waistline

Our hips begin to wind

The warmth of your breath

On my neck

While you place your hands

On my breasts

Im gently scratching

Your back

Lips on

Nipples

As finger tips

Travel

Over my

Body

To the center of

My being

Teasing me

Frequently

Promising me

Silently

Unparalleled

Ecstasy

~Rhythm, 2000

So over the weekend I was so blessed as to be able to bask in the glow of the voice of one Mr. Stevie Wonder.

It was heaven...I didn't want to leave.

Stevie stayed through the whole set.  No intermission.

Now THAT's an artist!

IScream

¯Someone asked the question¯

¯Why do I scream¯

Iscream because Im angry

Iscream because I have loved

And have not been loved in return

Iscream because there was a dream

And it has been forsaken

Iscream because

Music

Has lost its depth and meaning

Iscream because

Men dont understand

How disrespectful they can be

Shit

Iscream because

Some women

Dont understand

How disrespected

They need to be

For every cause

There is an effect

Iscream because

¯Many Men¯

Have rewritten history

To suit their own hateful needs

Iscream because

My people

Still embrace

A word that was given

To degrade them

A word

That was the last heard

By too many of our ancestors

A word that

Those who

Came before us

Tried to eradicate

¯Makes me wanna holla¯

¯Throw up both my hands¯

Iscream because

The revolution-will not be televised

And I ask myself:

Do my people even realize theres still a need to revolt?

Iscream because

It takes a village

To raise a child

But our children

Have no respect for their elders

And their parents

Are ambivalent

Aiding & abetting

Their insolence

And yo-

The village has vanished

Iscream because

My people

Still use the term

Good Hair

The hell is good hair anyway?

Iscream because

Some of us

Are ashamed of our

Blackness

While others have

Embraced it

Exploited it

And bastardized it

~Rhythm, 2003