Saturday, April 25, 2009

buried umbilical cord

for a moment
as a hurricane
in your bosom
where forlorn no longer
stretches me
between sleep and nostalgia,
i’d rescind
the very beat
of my circadian

exhale
let my belly go
run wild and unruly
between the rows
of sugar cane
in your demerara.

be the broken portions
of fertile soil on either bank
penetrated deep stroke
beneath the shade of a coconut tree.

O essequibo
drip delicious
the sticky
of spice mangoes
around my lips
and let the cow’s moo be music.

crash violently
into East Flatbush
the currents of kaiteur

still me baby
lull me
bring the rapids
of whitewater
and somehow
siamese mend your hilly sides
to my valleys

switch the once sour
now sweet
of five finger
turned star fruit
preserve
‘cause i yearn
with passion immeasurable
to be home
in your arms.

wash away the petals
of these forget-me-nots
around the temple of my familiar
be my undoing
my becoming
my get it together

O bourda
where are your sweet figs
and sapodillas
for the angostura
swiming in my america?

good god guyana
suction every droplet
in your lamaha canal

bring back
the warmth
that brushed
me cinnamon
in ink
permanent