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Imagining footprints in the sand
I thought of her prints trailing me
jumping over dunes and sand castle
tongue charting my Negro skin,
Hopping over grounded cherries
Under the trees whose branch shaded me
I thought of the days I saw and imagined her
Within the fruitage of the summer green,
A tug at the skin the flesh of a fruit
a lovers bit an opened world
tongue licking just teasing
spillage on the summer green
A virgin flesh viewed through tattered garment
Kneading to soften the fruitage within
A mans lust fuelled the summer heat
Trails of sweat, grapes and berries,
The mango fruit I picked up
Formed the countenance of her breast
The nod still at its point of bud
Traced the absence of a thumb sized pink nipple,
To nibble endlessly nothing deep
with the restrain a hunter shows
looking deep were I dig you dig
moving to the beat the beat the beat
spillage on my lips were I dig you dig
in and out of you in and out of me
at the seaside summer holiday
were I dig you dig
moving to the beat the beat the beat
Once on a hot sticky fun filled summer
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the taste of grapes
Crushed underneath my palate
A trail of sweat tongued away
The taste of both sour yet sweet,
Beneath the summer heat,
The feeling of a grape round in my palm
A delicate skin kneaded to soften the fruitage within
the lean body hardened by the summer sun
a lovers touch tattooed on the skin,
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blackberries squashed make a blackcurrant
a black woman kneaded makes a willing slave
cheeriness sucked encircles the lips
A nipple on a tongue makes the maniacs real,
The pineapples growing under the summer heat
the stout body hardened under the sun
a Negro lass toil under the summer heat
The wide blade going through the tall grass,
A pineapple skin peeled away shows the fruitage within
A lean body kneaded upon opens up the fruitage within
As a whole blackness of an identity merges within
And a scream and a hiss making it to the beat
And a bite and a tug a lovers act opening up the fruits
as bodies merge snout deep in ones fruitage
under the summer heat.
tribal poetry 2004