Poem: The Inquisition (and Sincere Thanks)

Today is the last day of SAAM. Soon this month will be part of history. Today is also Wednesday. Every single Wednesday I post a gratitude list on my blog. I want to thank everyone who participated throughout the month and express my deepest gratitude. Whether it was by spreading the word or leaving encouraging comments, every bit made a difference. In a very special way, I want to thank all those who lent their talents to this effort. Knowing and seeing that this was never a one-man-show is so humbling and encouraged me more than words can express. I really feel a very special bond with all those who participated. I have to believe that together we made a difference.

I was going to post one last SAAM poem tonight, but since the one from last week was a poem of hope, I wanted to end on that hopeful note. So instead, let’s return to our regularly scheduled programming for the grown and sexy. ;-)

The Inquisition

Every time we meet
Our bodies can’t understand
Why there is this distance
So the questions start
Probing your innermost parts
Grasping my every revelation
It’s an interrogation so deep
So thorough so complete
Yet unsatisfying all the same
Leaving us no choice
But to start again

A touch: How does it feel?
A caress: Did you miss this?
A tap: Do you like that?
A grind: Who does this belong to?
A thrust: Who loves you like I do?
Through the night it continues
The mother of all inquisitions
Till dawn breaks, but we do not
We will not recant!
Devotion won’t permit it
But we do confess
Till death do us part
And as the sun rises it’s still not over
So many questions left to ask
As we bask in the brightness of our passion

Peace and Love,

Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)

Text and Photo: Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.

Fly Away

I had a strange dream once. I didn't understand it until I remembered something I heard a long time ago: "Dreams of flight are dreams of freedom." I really need this dream. I need to believe this dream isn't just for me, but for others like me. I believe this dream is not mine to keep, but ours to share. So in that spirit I want to share a poem I wrote for a victim of sexual abuse.

Fly Away

I had a dream this morning
I dreamt that I could fly
So when I heard the voice coming
I left my room and flew
Quickly down the hall
And out the window I floated

I had a dream this morning
I dreamt that I was invisible
So when the guards looked up
All they saw was clouds
Smiling down upon them and
Dancing in the breeze

I had a dream this morning
I dreamt that I could go through walls
So I went back inside to look for you
Just hold my hand and fly away with me
Through these bars
And high above the walls

I had a dream this morning
I promise I won’t leave without you
I dreamt that you and I were free

Peace and Love,

Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)

Text and Photo: Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.

Little Sleeper

Small feet in pink tennis shoes
Laces left carelessly untied
Panties and mini-skirt discarded
T-shirt hastily removed
Legs spread in a gaudy display

But she knows no shame

Prepubescent breasts barely fill her training bra
Tiny nipples cold and hard
Press like tiny pebbles against the damp cotton
Empty arms outstretched
Palms up to heaven in supplication
An unlikely intercessor for the sins of a man
Mouth agape and eyes rolled back behind half-open lids
Wearing a look of perpetual surprise
Head cradled in a pool of crimson
Body sheathed in dew

But she feels no cold

Daddy's little girl
Made to be the hostess with the mostess
Caters patiently to the flies
As a butterfly stops to sip from her navel

On a bed of weeds at the edge of the woods

She sleeps

Peace and Love,

Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)

Text and Photo: Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.

In Honor of SAAM...

Written on Friday, April 11, 2008 in honor of Sexual Assault Awareness Month (SAAM), a cause about which my best new friend Xavier Pierre (Zay) is quite passionately active and vocal. He has inspired so many of those I know and love to share their voice on this issue that I wanted to let my voice be heard as well. Little do we know what we are truly starting when we start anything at all...nice going Zay!

ENTITLED?

From where does it come?
That sense of being entitled to me you possess.
I am not yours.
I am mine.
I belong to me.

With total authority you enter me.
Your lack of consideration for what’s good for me never ceases to astound.
It’s all about you.
It’s not about me.
It’s your world.

Without permission you overwhelm.
You take all you want though none of what you take is yours.
I am here, but not.
I wish me away.
I am here.

Suddenly you come; then go.
Leaving me to try to separate myself from what you leave behind.
In your wake -- a shell.
In the darkness -- devastation.
Inside -- nothing.

Forever has lasted so long.
Surprised to discover forever is not the same as always; forever has finally ended.
Always is my new beginning.
Always has restored me.
Always I will be.

I am not yours.
I am mine.
I belong to me.

© Sharon J. All Rights Reserved 2008