Poetry



COAL

Thinking of you
A breathe of air
Blowing gently on a smoldering coal
Coming to life rapidly
You, fanning me with your wanton desire
Causing a passion to burn hotter than I have known in a while

Beware of me
Passion lives here
Cool, to warm, to hot
Burning with a wild intensity
Impossible to contain once ablaze
Are you prepared for the earth that is you?
To be consumed?

You ask for everything
Do you have the capacity to contain it all?
Perhaps you play, tease, tempt
merely to test what you are not aware of
that you only have a curiosity of
Perhaps the coal you fan will blaze so hotly that you are burned

Tracey Lin Miller © 2001

I Always Wanted A Man

All my life I’ve wanted a man who could carry his burden as only a black man can.
Fearless, upright and bold, eyes to the sky, walking that walk, a hero in my eyes.
A man so proud beautiful and strong, lifting me up in the spirit of his song.
And when he walks, oh his head is held so high, his chest stuck out in every semblance of pride
And the sound of his voice when he says my name and the rain of his love down upon me
All my life I’ve wanted a man beside whom I could stand, a man of great honor and integrity.
A man so trustful and trustworthy, respectful and respect worthy. A man sagacious as the eldest of the gods.
A man of great honor is he, the man to whom I want to belong, my body prone in supplication,
My voice raised in a song of praise, my heart won by the intellectual impact he has made.
Man of magic and wisdom and rhythm and song, man of wonder and joy and principles strong.
All my life I’ve wanted a man who was truly a gentle man, a warrior supreme in his own right.
Yet never encumbered by the darkness, walking in the light, beautiful man
I always wanted a man

Tracey Lin Miller © 2001

CONNECTON

How can this be, this massive surge of energy, whenever I see you, think of you, talk to you, without even being with you?

How can I feel you all in me, around me, throughout my mind and body, when you haven’t even touched me?

How can I be angry with you for something, when I don’t even know what you have done, if you did it, or when it was done?

How can I respond to what you are going to say, before you say it, if you are going to say it, before you have?

How can I finish your thoughts, your sentences, your ideas, before you do, when you haven’t even done so yourself?

How can my breath catch, when you think of making love to me, or feel the heat of you, before you caress me?

How can I surrender, with tremors and moans, in response to you, to orgasmic pleasure, when you are miles away from me?

How can I feel you there when you are not, wake up to the touch of you when you are no where near?

How can I feel you gone, when you try to extract yourself from this connection between us?

How can I feel you still there, wrapped in the energy of you, when you say you are gone?

All these things I feel, know are real, but how can this be when none of my senses verify them?

How can I be so madly, passionately in love with you, when you have never been in my life?

Yet my eyes fill with tears at the thought of you not being there? My heart fills to the point of bursting with the joy you give me. Simply because there is a connection.

Tracey Lin Miller © 2001

DARKCHILL

In the dark, where I should have been chilled, I found warmth. I found passion, I found love.
Love, which sent me running through the dark, chilled with the fear of that love never being mine.
And from the dark, the chill recedes, as I realize that the love for me can only be, Mine.

In the dark, I feel your arms around me, sending the chill rushing from me in a flush of passion, warm, then hot
As your lips find mine, kissing me tenderly, kissing my eyes, my ears, my neck, pulling me closer into you
Giving me a feeling of peace, comfort, security in the protection of your love.

In the dark, where others tremble in fear, I am calm in your embrace, satiated in the knowledge that you are here for me
In the dark, the longing is no longer such, but a feeling of completeness, one with the dark, within the dark
Aware of its mysteries and secrets, as though they are my own, accepting that the dark resides in me

Tracey Lin Miller © 2001

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