lip service...

these gypsy lips
are red lips
ruby red lips

these lips are powerful lips
lips that can change history
my history even your history
make you change your ways
into their ways
they can cause things to happen
you never dreamed of
never heard of

these lips
can lamblast you
right out of your
little comfort zone
and throw you
for a loop like
you’ve never been
looped before
they’ll pucker and pout
turn you inside out

these lips are talkin' lips
they speak of truth of beauty
of life of love
they speak of me
of you
of us
of possibility
probability
and the physics of both
they speak of passion
of poetry
of poetic passion
of passionate poetry
they speak to you
 

these lips are loud lips
rambunctious lips
rowdy lips
irreverent lips
they ramble
they recite
they speak up
and act out
they are unruly lips
lips that have no rules
and will break your rules

these lips are happy lips
lips that smile
that open wide
and laugh out loud
lips that love to laugh
at big things
small things
at you
and with you
and at themselves
they laugh

these lips are magical lips
they can charm you disarm you
make you mold you molest you
melt you motivate you
they can turn you into things
you’ve never been before
and make you forget
what it was you were
these lips can take you
on a magic carpet ride
and have you beg
for a one-way ticket

these lips are lovin' lips
luscious and plump
full and ripe
ripe for lovin’ for bein' loved
for living' for livin' more
these luscious lips
will make you
wanna taste 'em
touch 'em
tease 'em
be teased by 'em
make you
wanna kiss on 'em
till you can’t kiss no more
then they’ll have you
comin’ back knockin' on their door

yeah, these lips are lovin' lips
these gypsy lips
of mine

.

would you like to hear these words spoken?

woman...

i am called woman
i am all that you see
and so much more

three in one all compiled
i am the wee girl child
choosing you from before
to carry me then set me free

i am the lover banshee
quenching desire from every shore
leaving all who linger more beguiled

i am the earth mother styled
to hold you to love you then have you soar
to be the wee girl child the lover banshee the all of me

i am called woman

she is...

who is she
this woman

of dark mystery
standing

there

so tall

so straight
a woman

whose world they desecrate
where

has she been
who

might be her kin
what

has she seen
she looks like

an african queen
what

has she done
her life here

just begun
what

does she think
does she dream in blue india ink

what

does she feel
with her touch do you think

she can heal
who

is she
this woman of dark mystery
she is 

you

she is

me
she is

us
 

she

is

i shall dress...

let me shed
these threadbare rags
the clothes of convention
wardrobe of society       
ecclesiastical attire
the dirty laundry of
women like me
of women
of me
of ME

these garments
that encumber me so
that stifle and stigmatize
that suffocate my soul
suffer me so - suffer my heart

rip them from my body
strip them away from the meat of my bones
tear them from my pure white flesh
the touch of them igniting burning branding
the texture of my thoughts

then throw them back
from whence they came
from whence they were sent
into the cesspools
of their own making
they have designed their own demise
and will inherit their own destruction
in their own way and in their own time

and i
i shall dress
i shall dress me
in the fabric of my imagination
the tapestry of tangible visions
woven from the heartstrings
of mine own spirit
i shall wear frocks of silken silence
shaped by voices unheard
sewn with the threads of
my heart’s love

and i
i shall live   
i shall live by the dictates
of mine own heart
by the requisites of
love that guides me
bears me with its beauty
with its truth
upholding that which is good
which bears no evil
which loves for loves sake alone
giving all to love for love
asking nothing in return
loving as i go
in my own way and in my own time

and i

i shall love
i shall love you
YOU

my men...

I only have

'yes' men 

around me. 

Who needs 

'no' men?