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Selected Poems from

Nia: Haiku, Sonnets, Sun Songs

By neo-griot Kalamu ya Salaam

 

 

 

my lips, her palm

 

why do men look

at women with an impossible longing

to possess any body found attractive

 

i have watched a woman raise her knee

another's breast revealed when she bent over

or just the immense magnet of a smile

while casually talking on the phone

 

nia's sleeping form as I lean across

to tell her I am going, there is no need for porn

magazines in my life

 

the world is too full of real women and a wife

who tells me it was so romantic how--after

she tripped on the gravel road--I sucked

the dirtied blood from the wound on her hand

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