How Fresh Still
for M.B.

should I feel guilty
about wanting to hug
about wanting to kiss
about wanting to be intimate
though we are still, spiritually, intellectually

am I without principles, irresponsible
to have an urge for intercourse
desire to make the two-backed beast
be one like we used to be, our two bodies

mentally, spiritually, fortunately
as well as socially, we never separated

break bread, loaf what done, what bake
one thing

pull dough apart to put in separate pans
pour cake batter into a dozen openings
fill a muffin pan

Are we twins? Can we be separated?

do you realize the impact our having met,
our love affair, has had upon
the national literature

the literature of the Caribbean
is about to have upon
the literature of the world

that yeast, leavening the lump
more and more it swells

you make me rise like the moon
in the sky


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
10:50 p.m. 04.07.07