Love Poems: And His Name Was a Promise to God (Wallah and Other Stories)

when you think of a man who will
rub your back and speak of
what Garvey said

who will have known you for lifetimes
and recognized you yesterday

who will learn to eat with his right hand
because that is the way of your people
and your people have become his blood

every word will be poetry
the sound of your name
from his mouth will
sound like holy scriptures and
sacred chants

you will tremble at the thought
of his touch
brown fingers on the
small of your back
kisses on the
nape of your neck

queen, how long have you
knelt before kings without crowns?
arise, arise and lift your head
your king has come



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