Poetry: "A Love to Match My Body"

I am not meant to shrink into an ideal.
Of desirable images of what a man wants.
Fed by mainstream media.
Popular notions he believes he needs.
I am built to be robust.
Wide to match the horizon.
Large to cause fear.
Stared at with awe.
Yes, I do taste as good as I look.
Don’t let it fool ya!
Wet parts with complicated desires.
No I ain’t gonna shrink to fit into an ideal.
I was not constructed for white girlz magazines.
I was built to be appreciated live-and-in-person.
All of me!
My love cannot fit into a tiny body.
It is meant to be amongst the starz.
Touched gently,
Gazed at longingly,
Breathless moments.
A man’s desire needs to fit me.
Not the small spaces limited by his imagination.
I was built for a long journey,
Deep – Meaningful
Never gently in the night.
Discovered by
A love that matches God.
January 12, 2013

moments of clarity and comfort

Have you ever experienced moments of clarity and comfort?  I have.  I’d be struggling with some issue.  I’d be worried.  I’d cry.  I’d be afraid.  Suddenly, a feeling would wash over me, I knew everything was gonna be all right.  The urgency of my fear and worry were gone.  I’d feel every hair on my body stand in attention.  It felt like someone gently brushed up against my skin sending shivers run down my back.  I’d just smile and say, “Thanks”.