within one night's
young calmness, i reclined in a chair
by a window and approached
Baraka

we exchanged within me
thoughts, ideas
i dressed him in "my brother"
not like my brother, he redressed doffingly
"but here is my poetry, my fight"
not like my poetry, not like my fight

a sneer danced within his words,
which kissed my gently heart
(beating within a furious stillness),
and growled like a lion searching
amid kittens for a pride

frustrated

he upheld  me
a mirror
when i saw my black
un-nessing
i cried

his words pointed to a moon,
who had risen full within
the night,

go to her and of her eatage slowly ingest
she is the creaming filling wanting to make
an oreo.