Queer, tender, ecstatic like lovemaking,
her warm breath brew flames between my thighs
extinguishing my consciousness before the wake of dawn.
I am a monster, she’s a scum
(so they say) –
two lovers of the same gender.
Generations before our fathers –
custodians of our culture called it a taboo
virtuous women ain’t indorsed to indulge.
Mother wishes it away,
says it’s a smear, an out-of-date prank
to tarnish her daughter’s repute.
Neighbors murmur to explain the inexplicable –
“Nature created them, Eve,
Nurture made her Adam.”
I’ve become acquainted with public opinion –
my punishment is HELLFIRE they swear, but
the sermon on the pulpit is clear – “JUDGE NOT!”
If you’re straight, why care?
Let God whom your presumptuousness tag an illiterate
yet, your vain-glory call a righteous judge, be my arbiter.
Hearts, like doors, will ope with easeTo very, very little keys,And don’t forget that two of theseAre “I thank you” and “If you please.” Come when you’re called,Do what you’re bid,Close the door after you,Never be chid. Seldom “can’t,”Seldom “don’t;”Never “shan’t,”Never “won’t.” © Anonymous | Spilledwords | 2021
Give me a pen and paper;leave me the restand words will spill outwithout pre-plan andimprint themselves on a page or two. Give me air and space;watch those words spring upbreathing with lifestories learned, dreams fulfilledplaces traveled, experiences earned. Give me strength and courage;release me from fear of the unknown andthe half-heartedness to send these words […]
Good God! I’m like an undone homeworkSubmitted to a tutor by an anxious pupilWho over the weekend had triedYet failed to make headway.Teacher– would you spank me?Mock, flatter, or encourage your pupil?Solve me for me, oh Lord.Or teach me how to do me betterThat the pass mark I may not miss. © Ndidi Ugo- Nkwoala […]
Is there anything sweeter than these hours of love,when we’re together, and my heart races?For what is better than embracing and fondlingwhen you visit me, and we surrender to delights? If you reach to caress my thigh,I will offer you my breast also —it’s soft; it won’t jab you or thrust you away! Will you […]
I walked through a county courthouse squareOn a park bench an old man was sitting thereI said, your old courthouse is kinda run downHe said, naw, it’ll do for our little townI said, your old flagpole has leaned a little bitAnd that’s a ragged old flag you got hanging on it He said, have a […]