Sexy the way a river make music
A womb recesses inside a shaman's drum
Each house party A choir practice
She had New York City underground
Tethered to the afro-punk quilt
In the grout beneath her tongue
She slayed us there astride a carousel of vinyl and waist
Lovers and apostles hold fast a congregation
Slung to her lanky suede pew
She danced a women's dialect
Ballet betrothed to majesty and grace
Thunder-light drench in her reign
Inculcated dance is a spirit's disciple
Make the body free
Our joys fold round grief unspoken
Our desire tucked away somewhere safe simple warm
Lips roasted Yoruba and peanut
Unlatch the kissing gates to her ivory coveted smile
Baby power and thump thump thump
Oceans rite brooms jump freestyle free spirit and fresh pumped blood
High knees arms windmill salve of smooth warm thigh
Street style shaken stirred skin-salt and jasmine
Head wrapped in sandalwood and grape seed oil
Sweat an altar for all us enchanted by Holy Ghosts
She lent our underground a parachute
Or rich tented cotton sheet
A giant piece of Ten City Heaven Heaven