I Am the American Negro (collection)/Awakening

AWAKENING

Born in the pages of letters
Nursed by strong sweet words
Reared in the vast expanse of two wild minds
Is Our Love . . .

Vigorous—Big Muscled
Tender as a mother caring for her first born
Soft as the fall of night
Massive as the universe
Eternal as life and death
Blinding as the midday sun
is Our Love
Now
In his steel arms he has taken us
Welding two souls, two bodies
Into a boundless one
Inhabiting a sky world built for us
By us
Vigorous, big muscled Love wraps our world in a blanket
Only if vigorous, big muscled Love goes shall we leave . . .

Yet flesh has not touched flesh
Our words . . . our only caresses
Just our minds have kissed
For Love has saved hot blood for the last
For another beginning . . .

I know your lips have the honey from dreamed-of wild flowers
I know your fragrance surpasses Purple Hyacinths
I know your eyes have the deep beauty of clear dark pools on mountain tops
I know your hair is more radiant than a rainbow
I know your body is more beautiful than an alabaster vase . . .
Why wonder then,
that my heart falters, breath leaves me
when I think of you?

When we meet
How shall we ever part?
Can lip leave lip, breast quit breast, or thigh be torn from thigh?
How can I take away the Me you own . . . which is a part of you?

I want the warm loveliness of you branded into my flesh . . . your kisses a song in my soul . . . hands-full of soft words . . . your breath on me like a spring zephyr . . . your hair a fountain bathing my face . . . let me lose myself in the ageless beauty of you . . . let our passion be incense burning on the altar to Very-Love . . .

We shall never quite part . . . the scars left by hot flesh on hot flesh will hurl us together at night with their throbbing even though we are separated by a million miles . . . our world will always be . . . for Our Love belongs to the Infinite . . .