the fall of velvet plum points and umber aureolae remember living forget cool evening air kisses the rush of liberation freed from the brassiere forget the cupping of his hands the pleasure his eyes looking down/anticipating forget his mouth. his tongue at the nipples his intense hungry nursing forget sensations which begin either on the right or the left. go thru the body linger between thighs forget the space once grasped during his ecstasy sweet sweet mama you taste so
Copyright © 1993 by Wanda Coleman. Reprinted from Hand Dance with the permission of Black Sparrow Press.