Undividual Poet



face fuzz

grow it and show it
grow it and show it

face fuzz in the a.m.

face fuzz in the eve

face fuzz on fleek



full time chin sleeve

face fuzz

turns cute to handsome

lame to lustworthy

have not

to have some

face fuzz

volunteers a loner for conversation

makes a growing man grown

guarantees flirtation

face fuzz

the passport to halls of glory

banner of manhood

telling its own story


chocolate addict


i can’t get past your aesthetic

hope you don’t mind

i got married for

the lifetime supply of chocolate

you just

overflow with loveliness

quencher of this manhood

attracted to the cocoa

dripping just south

from the center of your soul



i hate a late breakfast

and i don’t like brunch

but i sure do like

dinner for lunch

a juicy porterhouse

with red potatoes at noon

blackberry merlot

six hours too soon

i like creamy peanut butter

with strawberry preserves

at two in the morning

just to balance my nerves

whole wheat bread

for the love of texture

food made and eaten

in the seat of my affections

mke wangu


my wife

makes me feel like

im cheating with another woman

when she loses or gains weight

just a different kind of sexy

my wife

keeps me from falling off the sofa

when i reach for the remote

so that i can commit to wonderful

newfound stretch

my wife

sings me lullabies in her sleep

dreaming of memories lost

stitching together communities we all need

loving me so well

my skin refused to die

to be shed

for jealousy of future layers


Nubia, based on art by oneoffkritik via

is it okay that i’m a mess when i see you
that i’m infatuated with your chocolate skin
signature curveage
lips full of promise
the way it moves in a sundress
before i get your name?
is it okay
for me to be in love with you
just for being a black woman?
is it off balance
to worship the smell of cocoa and shea
how they rub into my face
when i lay in the softness
of your cheeks?
to wish we knew what tribe
your ancestors grew your roots from
find that land
kiss it
give thanks for stretch marks
in the right places
nature’s tattoos
telling the eye what is real?
can i thirst to
drop my anchor in the depths of you
to swim in your soul
because you are a black woman?
is it fine that
i’m not as deep as i will be?
that your walk is
the sexiest thing about you
to a man concerned with carriage
who prefers sex in the light
your face unmade?
that i look to you
and find reasons for the earth to turn
the sun to shine
the moon to reflect it?
can i be undividual in my singular effort
to make space in every part of you
for me?
will you let me love you
black woman?

flesh tones

between the sheets

we can have the curtains drawn
the lights on
the blinds open
the lights off
either way
the light’s on you
so i can see what i’m getting into
i’m so into
no piercings no extensions
no tattoos
no lashes no makeup
no pretend to’s
me and this masterpiece
wrapped in this cotton canvas

gorgo of coldwater: a love letter

Queen Gorgo and King Leonidas

i am addicted to the black woman●i see the black woman and i’m so enamoured and in love with her●she’s so impossibly beautiful and powerful to me●and i’m sure it started with my grams and my mom●but i don’t think i would have arrived here being with just some cool black woman●it’s because of you●i’m weird●and even if i can’t always articulate my inner workings, i recognize that i am deep●but you get me●it’s not just because of the rare things we’ve worked through●not just because of the time and energy you put into being a queen●because you really belong to me●and i to you●before we even met●because you are the woman i dreamt about for years who didn’t have a face●because you reintroduced me to love●i was in love with the idea of being in love since my toddler days●i was taught that was wrong●i wore my heart on my sleeve because i like trusting people●i grew up being told that was wrong●now i am back to that place afforded by innocense●now it’s just from the place of being in love●this relationship redeemed me●you●black woman●you brought me back to love

honey moonlight

Lady by the Moon

your voice is made of gold from the spirit world
i feel its curve in the morning rain
its subtlety in the naked moon
hidden in the open by sunsets
i love the way you put words together
can i cross your mind sometimes?
promise to look both ways
and wait for the signal
i’ll be alone
and i’ll be a gentleman

simply put

her sharpest tool
my favorite foreplay
efficient aphrodisiac
my addiction
the sweetest thing
her conversation

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