Body Language is Loud

Body language

is the only conversation we need

at times like this

I’m looking at you

looking at me

silently

but your body’s leaning

mine is swaying

we making music

like guitar strings

stroking

piano keys

keying in on our melody

pheromones in

symphony

harmony

naked thoughts

suggest

we’re transparent

nothing to hide

we see each other

clearly, plainly, unadulterated

no words

telling lies

no misrepresentation

just

eye to eye

contact

strengthening

desires

to intertwine

our fingertips

press our lips

rotate our hips

drop our clothes

like poker chips

spin

around like roulette wheels

and every time we land

we land on one another

naked thoughts are real love walks in the garden.

Tony Henry

Words cannot describe
Just what a joy it
Is to glance upon his
Face, anytime

I’ve stood next to him
Heard him speak
And sing melodies
That make me want

Put my arms around him
That’s how close I’ve been
He hugged me too
Held me closer affectionately

Looked into his eyes
Saw glimpses of a future
Kissed him on his cheek
And had to leave

Always there’s a smile on his face
A song waiting to be birthed
Deep within his heart
To put on another disc

I have pictures of him
All over me
Yet his fingertips
Only touch strings

Photogenic
He is and every photo
Looks like he’s still standing
Next to me

Framed
For what he does
Sitting on my desk
Just because

I’ve stood next to him
Heard him speak
And sing melodies
That make me want.

Cheap Speak

He keeps saying

He’s going to make it happen

She thinks his mouth is only flapping

Like the flapper deep inside

The toilet bowl

Hidden

With little control

With all the words floating

And swirling around in

The air

One good wind blowing

Could change the aroma in

The atmosphere

But he keeps saying

He’s going to make it happen

She hopes for his sake

It’s sooner than later

Prolonged straining is never

Good for any relationship

It hems us up or

Causes constipation of relating

Nothing gets out

And we die within

Stinking, empty words.

Know This

wanted you to know
that I'm good to go
just would like your
company while I walk
this road.
seems as if you've been
here before
I got no worries
no more than usual
and having you by my side
is a comforting thought
I'm hoping my shadow
isn't to omnibus
because apparently
I have the aura that
shakes the foundation,
stability of some
and drives others totally
away
how can that be
I can't explain it either
I only know what is
and waiting for what's meant
to be
lifetime or eternity.

Imagine That

My imagination helps me stay in the game
the game of life when I’m hanging out on a limb
of love’s tree
where like a ripened apple
I dangle waiting for the basket
to sit underneath to catch me

My imagination
my mental creation
puts me in a place
complete because therein
is me and you
no matter what the truth is

Faculties are all my energies
colors, powers, and decorative
imagery lined up in my cranium
that keeps you near me
helping to resolve love’s
fancy difficulties

The senses can’t touch
see, smell, hear or taste you
but the imagination makes you
present, ideal, distinct and eventually
consistent with my reality

My imagination is so resourceful
gives me the ability to sail along
while I wait for you to come around
to the concept of you and me
and illustrative piece of poetry.

Callous

Sometimes my skin is calloused
as ironic as it seems
this tough dermis
protects me
protects me from the demise
your words hope to inflict
on me

but the continued low level
friction has been a series
of fiction covered facts

that I told myself already
like I am Black
I am strong
I am poetry in motion
I can’t sing
I can’t dance
but I can paint a three
dimensional picture with my
vocabulary attached to my diction
hanging off my voice projected
I’m indifferent, unsympathetic
and even insensitive
to the pinpricks
the splinters
the stabbing of that dull knife
you call words of encouraging love
meant to cut and bleed my life

but the continued low level
friction has been a series
of fiction covered facts

that I told myself already
like I am beautiful
from the inside out
I am the mother I always
hoped to be
I am earth connected
but heaven descended
I can’t fly
or walk on water
but my words can
move mountains
I can’t explain it

but the continued low level
friction has been a series
of fiction covered facts

that I told myself already
like I am a Queen
from the beginning of the story
I will survive
and my heart will be hardened
just enough
to protect, provide and procure
the kingdom that has been set
up and aside for me
I shall endure
and in the end
all the evil spoken won’t matter
Sometimes my skin is calloused

Unspoken Words

I would like to say
you're going to get what you deserve
for treating me like that
but my inner spirit won't
allow me to speak such bullets
hollow or otherwise
I'm a woman of love and no matter
the defecation I'm still not prone
to retaliation or defamation of your
character.

I would like to see you get
what you get when you get it
for treating me like you did
I loved you with my every thought
and my every breath I even strangled
myself at the mention of your name because
the memories quickly asphyxiated my brain
my tears fell so heavy and thick I swear I know
how Jesus felt when he knelt.

I would love to see the look on your face
when you realize who you let slip thru the
cracks of your arrogance, self absorbed
naked confidence
that reflection of surprise, disgust and
self righteousness is going to be so distorted
like magic mirrors at the horror show
your going to want to close your eyes
but the resonance of my essence will be
buried and blooming on the inside of you.
You will never be rid of me, sweet!