Lips stained, deep wine,

manifestation of fine
feeling the divine,
the ness I carry with me

is potent.

The best, I can offer.
Honey suckle for the bees,
golden amber intensity,
tongue curl and abundant hair
for hand holding.

Expanding these definitions
into the poetic lyricism
of quantum mechanics,
the metaphysics

inherently expressing

themselves have me

priesTess,
emperoRess,

capitalizing at the intersections
where more is harbored.

Past tense passed the boundaries 
that do you k(no)w good,
the gravity of social constructions, 
the slander against soul 
as unnecessary simplifications
for others comforts.

I refuse.

Patterns, the clouds are
calling me home
and the mother light
is welcoming her own.

I choose

transcendence.

Honey suck-le curls

resplendent

Find their way along the rapture of your spine, 

tickle your skin with radiance

and pleasurable recline.

These are the dreams

of moon and shine, 

the clasping hands

of the sun coming

for your waist.

The vibration of a hot hard

growl against the planes

of your neck, 

clavicles as catchers

for pooling secrets.

What do the whispers of your arousal hold?

What magnificence can

and will they manifest 

as they morph into the

incredible nurturing of moans,

so low– you can only feel them.

How rough does your throat become

after endless flowing, 

speaking into being

all of the depths 

you can muster in the language

of Truth:

cunnilingus
a song
peacock linguistics
Olympian gymnastic lip tricks
gold medal tongue flicks
with just the right amount

of thickness to increase slickness
sweetness to be swallowed

I want to smoke the entirety

of your expressiveness.

Fantasies being full massage 

complete with slip and slide, 

imagination lubrication:

I will grind gardens

worth of Eden’s greenery 

into every intimate inch

of your existence 

because I wish to inhale

all of the infinitely manifesting 

prismatic possibilities of the universe 

through a process of infusion.

So let it be known: 

There is no confusion, 

delusion or diffusion, 

only the purest organically

arriving synthesis.

If this sounds good to you

then please let me know.

I am more than glad to show you 

exactly how I feel 

as I kneel down in prayer 

as the fullest feeling

of the sensual spirit 

speaks to me 

for you.

July 11th, 2015: Free Write

(as So Quoted Above).

I quote my own words because they feel so distant. There was an open mic dealing with sensuality done by this because black woman in JXN/Jackson MS who loved me from day one when I 3 Words/3 Minutes/No Expectations and All of me was electric and vulnerable.

But this open mic was different because she was hosting someone else’s space rather than her own. So i definitely felt the difference. I told/called the audience stingy for not clapping or snapping me to the stage– it wasn’t even that long of a walk– and stated they must have bad sex based on this non-energy. It didn’t win me any friends or favors, but the above words I had finished a minute or two before coming up to the mic were/are strong so I held my own.

I knew why i was there. Howsoever, it would have been nice if my energies had been less… combative and more welcoming into the goodness of the sensual and of the spirit to birth new lives amongst that hard working gathering just trying to relax into their evening. Maybe… if I type long enough… i’ll remember more details… like Krystal Gem being somewhere else in the building… and the walk to the building being long, but the space was crowded with all these different ages and it was definitely not an LGBTQ space…

Why are we made to choose (seemingly) between one identity or another. This isn’t really a question. I’ve become too educated to not know, but (k)not knowing might be nice sometimes– except that ignorance isn’t truly bliss and can cause sickness.

I think this was around the time when Siiaah “Fleece” East had popped up as a combo meal deal of different names/identities/aspects of consciousness:

1. Re-arrangement of bible name Isaiah– throwing the good book at em, but make it poetry differently than it already is.
2. Reference to my hair by one particular person, only person authorized to say so– it was big, it was round, it was full of stormy/electrical energy.
3. Nickname? caused by/from interaction between name at that time (Iihsaa-Milés) and a participant’s mind that said: this too much– may i call you East? After confirming that he did mean like the direction, I said yes by means and thus another Experience of My Self was Born– just like that.
4. So. Siiaah Fleece East (SFE) was an almost in so many ways. That email account was .afterdark after all. Didn’t last long, but it’s the little things that we or others do at night that can/do define how the day light is experienced– am I making trauma references or what? Or could be sexy sexual (lol): consent is very important (kiddos) and so is knowing that it’s not an option; it’s a requirement. (OOOOOOOOOOO): BDSM?

On another note, as of yet, almost 30, i have never “eaten pussy”, but. It might truly be interesting. Maybe that’ll happen soon and or more expansions of bodies beyond binaries and all our attractions will explode so we achieve orgasms that are worthy of Us.

Honor & Respect,

:

November 26th, 2021

Pronouns: She + T(he)y + Family

Mxs. Isa Lee Love Jones René