naz poetry spot
Cowry Shell
shaped like a lost cowry shell traveling through time
raveling deep within the blood of Africa's Eve...
chained, sealed silent... enslaved.
breathes...
look there upon the flower that is your face!
it is still... like it has found much comfort on your skin...
warmth...
nurturing sweet flower that is your face...
gentle lines of your jaw...
curves of your chin...
roundness of your cheeks...
the little mound on the tip of your nose...
sad eyes, a humble emotion...
Recognize God's hand...
on the birth of your lips,
this wild butterfly that gives me... pause...
I wait...
just to see if it moves...
I'm tempted to touch...
its wings part...
it speaks of a simple proud wisdom
not in words but in art
something about your lips...
calms me...
don't think badly of me...
Lips have been worshiped, long before my madness...
The painted Lips of The Mona Lisa -
The Marble Lips of a Greek Goddess -
The Lips of Lady... Liberty -
The very Breath of Nefertiti -
still it is... your Tiger Cowry Lips that trips me...
like little smooth pebbles shaped by the ocean's spray
makes one imagine... the unseen Orchid Blossom bellow the tides...
secret places known by your lover's hand...
those you allow around you hips... I cannot miss what I do not know...
But, I wonder just the same...
That Something about your lips...
I wonder...
Can I kiss you?
Is it like a Children's story? Is it the Toad and the Princess?
Is it Sleeping Beauty with Prince Charming?
yet, a dream is not Once Upon a Time...
I would have remembered it, Happy Ever After...
No, to Kiss you is like an unknown treasure...
Deep in the belly of AMISTAD, in the palm of a hand sits a small Shell to remember home by...
Unknown, like reaching for the butterfly, resting...
on the flower that is your face....
to feel the softness of it's wings...
so happy, it does not fly away!
one beautiful smile...
it is your lips...
- Nazaire (2001)
