Poem

Whore’s Confession

I’ve stopped looking at men.
I take them inside of me
Allow them to love me
Without loving me
Ingest them
All while refusing to look at them
Or anything
other than their bodies

I refuse to look at them
Consider them for anything
Other than this moment
Or that we could rest,
In love together, from:
loneliness
wanting
searching

ynkuyaJune 25, 2003

Poem

Revolution

If
Black men loving Black men
Is the revolutionary act
Then
Our fucking must be the revolution
And if
Our fucking is the revolution
I’d bet we could fuck our way to freedom baby

I bet we could
I bet if you lay down
On your back, your dick in the air
And take the fullness of my ass as I engulf
Your man-ness
I could ride you
Around the world until we
Undo globalization
Until we
We fucked George Bush out of the white house
And out of Iraq!

If you place your front teeth flush
With my nipple between them
If you bite until you taste blood
Smell pain and hear my scream
You could probably play my nipples until
We fucked away sexism, gender bias,
Silence, and
Death from no voice

I believe that Black men loving black men
Is the revolutionary act
So black men fucking black men is
The revolution
I am fucking my way to freedom

Fucking away
Racism
Homophobia
Sexism
Misogyny

If you threw my legs over my shoulders
Entered me, ever so gently
And softly messaged my prostate
While staring into my eyes
Listening to them sing sonnets
And all kinds of funky jazz
To the rhythm of us
I bet we could
Eradicate hunger

If I felt the fullness of you
If I, bathed in pleasure,
Screamed
Your name
I bet I could scream
Until the sanctions are lifted from Cuba

If I painted pleasure
On your sphincter with
My tongue
Lapped up salty hints
Of musty you onto my pallet
I bet if I licked your ass like that
I bet I could lick until
Hate left the world

This revolution
Is
Being loved

This revolution is
Being fucked without fear

This revolution is
Fucking without fear

This revolution is
Living openly
Loving openly
Fucking openlyI bet we could fuck our way to freedom baby.

Poem

In light,
breath on my neck,
skin on my skin,
tongue in my ear,
my mouth,
my ass,
teeth on my nipples
my lips
my scrotum
chase trepidation away

here,
under the sun’s light
salty residues
of you
eradicate uncertainty

your fears,
like sweat and semen
dry away
leaving saline memories
detected only by taste buds and
olfactory glands

under the sun
Beatings
promised by hate, by love,
strangers, neighbors
brothers, fathers and mothers
are a fowl after tastes
swept away by the thrust of my hips
your hips
our thrusting into each other
into light

the threat of immunodeficiency,
excommunication, termination,
and being disowned are lost behind the
rhythm of our cries
the ecstasy of our coupling
the transformative
strength of our fucking
without fear.
Ynkuya 6/29/04

poem

With nervous hands
Trepidation shapes
Sensations and moments
Like clay
Fired to perfection
Broken by uncertainty

Intimacy has become
His slave
Bending
To his will
No longer daring to venture into
The spaces and moments
She is native too

On the other side of this touch…

Underneath this caress…

Hidden inside of this feeling…

Micro demons lay, ready to
Insight riots in my blood

Every sacred stroke
Hallowed kiss
Blessed moan
Has been tainted by
What if?

What if…
What if…
What if…

latex has been compromised?
I am point zero two percent?
Abstinence should have been my choice?

What if…
What if…

This kiss gives way
To viral blemish?
Bacterial ooze is waiting
Behind this blow job?

What if…

I thrust my tongue deep
Into places deemed
Inappropriate without
The
Awkward
Guarding
Latex

Just for a chance to
Actually taste him
My tongue dancing to the symphony
of labored breath?

I ride his dick
Dry
Raw
And unsheathed
Finally
Fucked in trust?

I relish
The taste of his skin
The warmth of his semen
Rolling down my throat?

I snub the dangers
Promised by blood
And bite
Just too deep
Into his nipple?

If he bathes my insides…


With the cascading streams
Of holy fluid
Never to be spilled?

Ecstasy, intimacy,
And notions
Thought much to brave
In this age?

What if we fucked without fear?
What if we fucked fearlessly?
What if we could
Throw danger, out the window
With her sister trepidation
Dance in the face of promised
Mortality
Fucking without fear,
Fuck fearlessly?


Kevin E. Bynes
05/21/04