Black bodies touching 
like the rolling of thunder
 
the back of your knee holds 
the sensuality of these clouds 

your inner elbows are strong 
with potential and every crease
 
across your body holds a line 
detailing the map to justice 

strong lines 
architecture 
wordplay 

magnolias and 
Revolution 

the crook 
of your neck
 
your rain catching clavicles contain 
the deep scents of liberation 

Shea butter and cayenne 
coconut oil and cinnamon 
cocoa butter and cloves 

I want you to 
grasp me at the roots 

kink and coil 
curl your fingers 

into and through 
the core of my scalp 

massage my head 
into new understandings
 
pleasure and gratitude 
after a hard days life 

But I know
I have my own
workings to do 

invocations 
incantations 

:

jazzy salutations 
to the sun 

sophisticated conversations 
with the moon 

expanses of smooth 
skin as papyrus
 
I am learning to unearth 
the linguistics of my origin story 

touch me, eye says
conjuring images 
from within  

pomegranate lips
pecan pie hips
cream

this is (almost) a sin-
fully delicious experience 
just waiting on the wind

east: 
the direction 
of blow
 
that lets one know 
where to go, 
slowly

calling for fingers 
full of stars 
to 

twinkle tantalizing 
tales, body as 
a field 

waiting for 
celestial enrichment, 
fertilizer for free spirits 

channeling cosmos 
and destiny, black 

Cause this soil 
is infinite 

deep space & 
long time 

where we be breathing, 
magic

under the 
freedom tree

siiaah: January 1st, 2016

ase o ase o ase

December 11th, 2021

Isa Lee Love Jones René