Poem 5

There was a Somali Indian man on my mouth.  He tasted like smoke and man.  I wanted it to be you.  Gin and apple apple mint hookah.  Soft lips, paw prints, and feminine hips.

Titanium Kisses (Poem 4)

She had a tongue-ring in The first time she kissed me Of course she did It whispers her just perfectly I’m supposed to be writing about Kenya and peacebuilding But I can’t think about Kenya without remembering Her tongue-ring in my mouth It tasted like metallic possibility

Poem 2

I never knew I would like just lying near you Warming myself with your soul like I might a fire. I’m so used to being cold.