HIDDEN VERSE: A CONVERSATION BETWEEN LOVERS

 

                                                         

HIDDEN VERSE

Chapter One

The joy of holding you in my arms travels to every line on your body

My hands read you from left to right

Your body is so poetic, every curve is a verse

Scanning it for clues for my next move

Your skin feels like the rhythm to my blues as I paint hues

of invisible notes that dance to the tapestry of my beats

mimicking your moans flowing like incense

I see its fire in your eyes and I'm ready to play with it

Eyes that write words of ancestral vibrations that awaken

the heartbeat between my thighs with sighs from your hands

that carry church pews and front porches

Baby do you hear that?

Our moans sound so beautiful together

layering on top of each other like a Bible verse to a hymn

As we tap together on rotten floor boards

resurrecting prayers that were whispered through chains

causing stains of where our bodies took ownership of freedom

Chapter Two...

Feels even better

Baby do you feel that?

Yeah...

That's my tongue punctuating your nipple as it expresses 

my complete thought of turning my love into a verb

that compounds our two bodies into a climax.

It feels good each time I touch the softness of your body

I forget space and time as you ride me with a new image of space

within our time in this bed of ours

Hours made with glass reflects your ass

as they repeat the seconds of innocence that bastard

stole from me

Flip over baby

Let's write a new verse from the rhythm of my favorite hymn

You know the one

That Amazing Grace that saved a wretch like me 

when I was lost

Drowning in the blood from fighting to save myself

And then I saw you baby

I saw you as the cuts my grandmother used to kiss to make better

As she moaned about how lost I was

But now I found a new chapter in you

A chapter that you are still writing within me

Sharpening this period in time to pierce through

this life to combine it with yours and like a comma,

It kisses my page as a promise to be a blessing 

One touch from you surrounds us with a cloud

to soften the blow from falling victim to the shattered glass

that made our church a home

My promise to you is to heal those broken pieces and make them strong enough to feel the God in them

And as our tongues call these pieces to cum forth,

let's surrender to the overflow and heal...

Us...

Together.

Chapter Three

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-A poem by me (Courtney "Lyric"CM)

There's a quote that says, "Every heart sings a song, incomplete until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."

 

Have you seen the movie Brown Sugar, starring Taye Diggs and Sanaa Lathan? There was a scene when Sidney Shaw was asked, "So Sid, when did you fall in love with hip hop?" I feel like I am a part of this scene every time someone asks me about my poetry. Okay...

I know what you are thinking. Let me just go on and save you the trouble. So Court, when did you fall in love with poetry? That's what you want to know right? Well, if you promise to be quiet, I'll let you peek in the room while I do a little pillow talking with her. Deal??

Okay, now hush and follow me. Hide in here. Hurry up because she's coming up the stairs. Comfortable? Good...now listen...

Poetry: Hmmm, that poem feels good to me baby. I can feel your love for me through every word. Do you remember the first time we touched?

Me: I will never forget that day baby. Holding you in my arms felt like home to me. I didn't realize how much I needed you until that moment when Ms. Sara introduced us. You remember her right? She was the librarian who always seemed like she swallowed a glass of sunshine.

Poetry: Oh yeah, I remember her. She used to visit me a lot. She even said that I was her favorite. Did she ever tell you why she wanted us to meet?

"For each of us as women, there is a dark place within, where hidden and growing our true spirit rises. These places of possibility within ourselves are dark because they are ancient and hidden; they have survived and grown strong through that darkness."

-Audre Lorde

Me: Yes she did. She said that I was looking sad and wanted me to meet you because you always had the words to make her feel better.

Poetry: Awww baby! Why were you sad? Wait, look at me. You are safe with me. Talk to me please.

Me: I felt like I was the only one in the world. I felt like no one cared about my feelings. I felt like they didn't even notice me. I felt invisible. Things happened to me. I saw things. Bad things. I didn't feel safe to speak about them.

"Within these deep places, each one of us holds an incredible reserve of creativity and power, of unexamined and unrecorded emotion and feeling." -Audre Lorde

Me: Until I met you. I saw myself in your eyes. You became the rhythm to my blues.

Poetry: My precious Lyric. Do you remember when I gave you that nickname?

Me: Of course! I remember that night like it was yesterday. It was the night I came running to you after you know who tried to force himself on me. You wrapped your words around my tears as they fell on the blank page of my diary. I fell deeper in love with you that night. We made magic together. You gave my heart a new song. Our song. Hidden between the sheets of each letter.

"Our feelings were not meant to survive. We have hidden that fact in the same place where we have hidden our power. They surface in our dreams, and it is our dreams that point the way to freedom."

                      -Audre Lorde

Me: You became my mistress, my lover, my heart in word form. I whispered my secrets to you and you hid them behind your love. Your touch became my dreams. I craved falling asleep because I needed a moment to taste you. To taste freedom.

"Those dreams are made realizable through our poems that give us the strength and courage to see, to feel, to speak, and to dare.

              -Audre Lorde

Poetry: Baby, are you saying I heal you? Do I really make you feel safe with me?

Me: Lol, yes! Why is that so hard to believe?

Poetry: Because I never heard you say that out loud before. It was always understood but never spoken. You make me feel so needed. So, you know, wanted.

Me: I will always choose you baby. I promised to go through life with you, remember? I met you for a minute but fell in love with you for a lifetime. We are locked in for eternity. When I take my last breath, I will still hold you inside of me. Now, lay back and get comfortable while I go make us a snack. I love you baby.

Poetry: I love you too my precious Lyric

"Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence."

                                       -Audre Lorde

Psss...

Come on out! Were you able to hear our conversation? Good. Do me a favor. I need you to remember who you were before they broke your heart. Find something that brings you joy, hold hands with it, and skip together on the path pointing to the paved road found on Healing street. Yeah, I know it sounds corny but I need you to feel me on this one. 

I didn't find poetry. She found me and she has been kissing me with joy ever since. Why do I love her so much? Because "the power in a poem is how not answering becomes a depth of listening. How absence becomes an audience. The possibility that a person can still tell her truth even if it seems like there is no one around to receive it."

There was no one around to receive my truth. She saw my heart and gave it value. She is healing my spirit with each passing day. May whatever brings you joy quench your thirst with the healing water of divine spirit. May it finally give you a peaceful rest and protect you from the burning missiles of this world. The world may have bruised you but will not succeed in destroying you. I know you are scared. But the power belongs to you. Take it back. Take it back now by telling your truth, even when no one is listening. Even when you think no one cares. Sometimes, when we think no one is listening...

someone could be on the other side of the world reading their verse hidden behind your words. I love you! Now breathe and go chase joy in your hidden verse. Talk to you in the next post!

        Love,

Courtney CM (forever known as Lyric)

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