To The Pillars

but with a pen I write
a diary in the sight of truth,.
a scribe tight as grown folk-tooth,
the slippery shine
of an ole mom-n-pops booth,
the sweat I see from the wet of thee
the tender caress made on our love-juiced sheets
calling Adonis... the truth of you
the reason why I want this
love to fly & flit & flow
like the cardinal to a fig,
the twig to the coast. On every
coast-to-coast mind Our love is the name
of the way & the light
the very fire on the flame; for the fame
of you: the glory; the might of you:
a story of you that made blush in the night

bound by the strings of my heart
I refuse to put down
the perseverence of everlast,
for my man owns this town
You - my King, I the Queen
of your home, never will the passion
be gone and blown
to the treachery and scandlous
of a stripped-to-a-hole type crow

I bound to love, the truth of a promise
made in the midst of madness,
the madness a sex,
the memory I cannot miss

wantcha come home
wantcha come home
for you I've kept warm
the pillows of your thrown

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke