After ten years off poetry, I found myself glued to the computer late one night sniffing the shit all over again. Here’s one of my new pieces. Tell me…can you relate?
BK Blue Chocolates
The blue chocolate symphony go from Nostrand through Fort Greene down Flatbush
Lathering smooth and sweet purple there
In his pant she deliriously recalls
Beneath tongue and above words
The nectar of his locks smoldering through her pores.
That sex magic
Its hard rhythm give her
Ferocious warm marble ooooooooos…
He only eats thick woman candy cat
His sinewy brown bronze dark cacao arms and legs swirling her essence
Splitting the difference between Janna and Erets.
His Nigerian nose with his Swazi thrust and Etiopian smile is almost too much…
It is quraybat, baklava and medjools coming down
Blue chocolate symphony…your love is like zanjabiil.
And about being broken
Here is Cake.
-Copyright 2016 Antu Yacob
*Janna=Arabic word for Bliss/Paradise/Heaven
*Erets=Hebrew word for Earth
*quraybat=hard doughy Oromos cookies
*baklava=Middle Eastern almond pastry desert
*medjools=a brand of dried dates
*zanjabiil=Oromo word for ginger