Cherries

Cherries

I taste the cherries
new and succulent
like you when I
had you for a salad
of me, and there were
many things to lunch on

Succulent days I remember
when you came to my table

There was a lust
to your musk
while you served me pie
desire

I remember
succulent you

I tasted the cherries
you brought me

I tasted you, and

what will you
bring me now?

I wait for succulent you.

— Zawmb’yee Nuje

Midnight

Midnight

So I woke up at midnight
’cause I was thinking of you

And I couldn’t help but
think what I’d tell you

if you’d be thinking of me
and why can’t you,
can’t you
think of me.

So I woke in the night
thinking of you, and
I wonder

if you were awake to me
and dreamed to me that
you love me like midnight, then

when in the quiet
and in the dark
you see me, and
hear me sing
a shy song
gorgeous one,
do you imagine me, and

if then I hope you are not
a trivial passing
muscle d’art with
no brain for me, ’cause
I’d like to touch
a passionate human
of the honest species
bold and brave enough
to tell me that
you love me true.

— Zawmb’yee Nuje

If I Would Kiss Your Day

If I Would Kiss Your Day

If you would let me
make kisses, and
seize the rhythm
of your smile
of your daily compassion
to the streets of us
when you wander, then
I’d comfort you
in my wonder, but
when your face changes
for me, carefully

I watch you watch me, and I
make kisses on your thoughts
where you love the world and me.

I want to think of you only, because
you have me, and
I have you.

— Zawmb’yee Nuje

Listening

Listening

I drift from my many
who I love, and

I want to explode now
my only intimate love

because I
want to soothe
his deep chatter, so

Dougie Wougie
I say, Listen

I hear every word,
you ever said
and I love
how you’d chuckle, and

how you look at me
and drink of me when
I sip a kiss of your nectar.

It’s a giggle how much
you love me, silly me
lovely me you say

and I believe you because
you let me see you cry.

— Zawmb’yee Nuje

Seeing Me

Seeing Me

At last I know you have seen me, and

I know that you can read me
in my fever, but

when in thoughts I find you
looking over, I say to come

because I know
you have seen me

and do come to me naked

— Zawmb’yee Nuje

Wounded in Time

Wounded in Time

The Fates told me so:
nothing in the world is mine

out from the womb
I’m wounded in time.

Tell me why
you’d have me cry, letting

my Dear die, and
I’m wounded in time.

Tell me why
fate must make me cry.

Out from the womb
I’m wounded in time.

Don’t tell me to walk
when I must run, and

he took my body
and I took his soul

but nothing in the world
is mine, because

in the mine of me
the gold is gone, and

out from the womb
I’m wounded in time.

The Fates told me so:
nothing in the world is mine

No I claim this:
he loved me.

— Zawmb’yee Nuje

Pussy Cat

Pussy Cat

Why does he know when the snow overwhelms me.
Why does he know I plead for his whisker, and
the wick of a flame,
oh yes come brush me
with your fur
and I remember how you
gave me the fur coat of your chest
the tickle of your beard, and i
didn’t mind if you would
brush me with your hair
and I could smell you like you
were my lion, and I
were your pussy cat

— Zawmb’yee Nuje