Tati’s Tiny Sips: Poetry

Sometimes when I can’t write, I brain dump. And those brain dumps usually become poems.

Ustulation

I've tried to let this die

To let the ambers turn to gray ash

But it won’t let me

Oxygen that you breathe into me

Let's it live on.

Why do this to me so?

I touch myself trying to touch the depths of my soul

But I can only get so far

My body bursts open with tears

because it's my only response

Why do you do this to me?

My life is incomplete without you

Though they tell me, I shouldn't say these things

"Weak" is what they pen me

Strong black women shouldn't say such things...

But nothing about this weakens me

Why....why do you do this to me?

It is 106 outside.

The AC humming and the low, melodic whirl of a ceiling fan

Yet I am on fire

lying here on these sheets...

Why do you do this to me?

I can’t eat or sleep

I want to consume you for both

I want to stay naked

Just in case, so you can clothe me

Why, oh why, do you do this to me?

I want to feel chocolate flesh on flesh

Your hands grip ample hips

Massaging mounds of firmness

Sweat upon sweat

causing an inferno

Why, baby, do you do this to.....me....?

Your teeth sink in..into parts of me..

Fingers...lips....chin...

Shoulders...toes..the heel of my foot as it rests on your chest

Marking your territory...

Why do you do this to me?

I need this to stop

my compulsion for you

with the shakes like a junkie

I want to get high on you

but....why?

Hands cup breasts as you sink into me

Sweat slips between fingers

with each thrust and push...

Beyond inside of me

I want you to penetrate my soul

Why, darling, do you do this to me?

But...you don't do enough

You can do so much more

than entice my body

and fill my mind with lust...

It's not enough

But why.....do you?

Do it…

to…

me...