Lover, as we lay...

       in amazement and if baby as you say my skin is the color of sun warm sand, then you're my moonless night and we: the beach. Wet. Title. All that good shhhhhhhhhhh~

....... Our touch is not free.It comes with responsibility.Even as we lay in all this good feeling. People lay in dirt vomit shit and blood. And I gotta tell you, my sincere love forreal, is for my peeps, my famliy, humanity. For real freedom,Well fed. Human dignity baby.Even as I open myself to share this. I gotta tell you There aint enough good feeling to push the pain and awareness out. Not enuff nothing to make me forget. And I aint no woman of steel. It feels needed : This kiss, that touch,There, that rhythm. Needed and wanted. Now hold me. A little while longer, just a bit, cuz we gotta get up soon. There's a war on outside. Come on now baby, we got work to do.

- Suheir Hammad

you can listen to the entire poem here
(not for the faint hearted)

~I'm fifteen miles over the speed going as fast as I can off into my daydreams~

-Ashani M.