call of the drums

brother's got the
rhythm
in his bones
encoded on his
dna
he's got the fire
wanna jump, scream and
hollar,
got soul,
got speed. . .dips…grinds. . .
got the blues
got jazz
got the call of the
motherland--
that goes back to the
dayz
b4
slavery

got the blues
                            got jazz
                                                 got soul
                                                                    got freedom
in his moves
got pain       got joy             got sorrow. . .
                                                                   got the feeling
of our people                 --                            our nation,
got our children in his loins.
as he dances--
bebop,hiphop,jazz,soul,blues,rap
is being encoded on their dna. . .
ahhhhh yeahhhhhh
they gonna have the blues
soul,
jazz
and freedom too.

soft carresses, 
tender touches
skin as dark and beautiful as midnight
a soul as stained and beautifyl as a  sanctuary window


i run the back of my fingers down the side of your face
and then change my mind and decide to 
trace the ridge of your nose with a single finger
(not daring to mar perfection)
as i near the end of  your broad flat true brothers nose
i see the muscles in your jaw tighten,
over and over and over again
afraid of intimacy
yet craving it as greedily as a new born does milk


u are my statute, my man, my proud warrior
u are majestic, familiary, foreign, comforting, and electrifying
u are tall, dark, handsome, solid
u are my champion, teacher, mentor, friend, pal, lover


hello my black man
speak to me. . .
bare your tortured, enigmatic soul
speak to me sweetly, honestly, sincerely, strongly, intelligently
speak to me of your dreams
speak to me of the shadows and dirt, 
and of the regal mountains and low savannahs from whence you came
speak to me of the roads you have travelled/are travelling/will travel
speak to me of the fire in your loins,
speak to me of the fire in your heart, mind, body, soul

look at me
touch my heart, mind, body
without physical contact
make love to my mind and let me love yours
touch me on a plane/level no one else can or ever will

. . .my black man. . .

and i will touch you in return					jdd  copyright 1999

MORE POETRY COMING SOON. . .

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