Walk deep within my eyes
Look at me the way you do
Smile as you hungrily touch me
And make me into your woman
I'm here, you're here, and together we define love
We grope for each other in the dark
We taste each other's lips and instantly remember how good it feels to be so close
To forget every other thing
Don't pleasure me
Don't perform for me
Instead, indulge yourself
Do to me what makes you moan, and sweat
And beg for it never to end
Lock me deep within your heart, my love
And take me
Whereever you go
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"They aren't paying me to perform on stage so what's the purpose?" A few months or maybe even a few years ago, the "poetry scene" was a very cool, eclectic atmosphere. There was an ART and a craft about it. The people that gathered together were like an out-the-box, forward thinking, FAMILY with expansive imaginations and the courage to explore every aspect of the language. People not only read THEIR work but made sure they studied the poetry of the ancient greats: Langston Hughes, Gwendolyn Brooks, Sonia Sanchez, etc. There was a pride in knowing that your poetry had meaning, depth, and could uplift and encourage others. There was also a sense that your words could stand as the turning point for someone in order to open their eyes to brand new ways of thinking that could lead to different directions, outcomes, and possibilities. In the midst of all the quiet you got an inner riot |
AuthorLadyVee DaPoet is a spoken word artist and published poet originally from Augusta, GA. She is known as "the poet with her own theme music" and her poetry performances include props, music, and the visual celebration of descriptive language. ArchivesCategories |