"To make love
to concrete
you need to become a light
rope
a hammer
a repeatable bridge
between forgiving too easily
and never giving at all."
- Audre Lorde.
We live in the universe
and energy transforms
and how it does
matters
I am an unprovokable peace
I am a warrior walking
with a belt of ocean shells.
my love is so pre-destined
you can hear it coming;
so deep
you cannot startle it out.
It is already all I hear.
Make love.
Love is something we make
not something you take.
Love is something we make.
Fist-sized factory of my heart,
pumping all night in tandem with each of you.
Love is something we make,
not something we take lying down.
This is where I would sit...
on a patch of grass over brick
suspended across Amsterdam Ave.
and watch all the lights turn red.
stop.
turn green.
go.
turn yellow.
Rush through,
anything could happen,
breathe.
turn red.
STOP!
turn green.
Go.
Until I could feel my lungs,
hands to the grass,
lights changing,
ahead and behind.
Breathe.
Stop.
Go.
believe
that concrete will hold you.
This is how you walk after,
this is how you walk home,
one, inhale
two, keep moving,
your legs remember
when learning to walk was learning to fall
when the forward you knew
was greater than your fear
your legs remember,
go.
This is how you walk after
tracing light electric home,
shock absorbed heart sore
your legs remember
walk. home.
Hammer.
This is a city never finish build.
No one can hear my feet breaking tunnel deeper than train,
my untrained feet remembering drum.
Jackhammer.
Sledge walk.
This is how I melt my bones titanium,
this is how I stay too soft to break.
dig home, sweet chariot,
sneaker pulse to carry me home
sneak home, wonder woman lariat,
walking like the metres of a poem
between
one day you willl dance again
you are dancing right now
one day you will shake in samba confidence
wake up black earth
one day you will dance again.
one day, you will dance again.
you are dancing right now.
you exist to a rhythm we all love
and need
love is something you make
even in your sleep.
there is always enough
walking home
give
give ankles to uncle
give wrist to rice
give fire back to dragon
give love.
Give Nina back the rising sun
give Billie back brackish water
give the abacus back to Abbey
you are done.
give all this reaching hair the sky
give open hands
give open eyes
give trust
trampled
trodden
tried
give it up
give love
give all of it
love is something we make
not take
love is something we make to live
love is something we make
we make
we dance
we break
we walk
until we fly.