For Big V

(after reading Homecoming by Sonia Sanchez)

                                            By Jamie Walker

my man.

               u are al/ways

pullin on my pants

tynna git

in b/twn places

you cdnt reach

even if

i laid

limp-like

or sultry

wit my legs

spread ajar

or strewn across

some silky

crimson sheet

allowin u to taste

my sweet

               honey

                         sevendaysaweek . . . 

dig it.

coochie fiend.

if i wd have known

u was gone

git high offa

this shit

i wd have

left u alone

found me a reeeaaal

blk/man

who loves me

unconditionally

i am more

than candied flesh

ripe with desire

or whet for sex.

i refuse to

be yo pit stop

or late night rush/

                              ovah.

i am not an object

evidence of

yo easy

comings and goings.

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