Poetry

Ability

I can lie here and feel safe…and warm

I can fall into your arms and away

From the ways

Of this Twist’d world forever…

I can breathe in your precious,

Natural

Earthy

Spice of a Scent

Clinging to your Cinnamon Skin

And I can find myself…spiraling

Quickly out of CONTROL

Blissfully into Ordered Chaos

And

Chaotic Order…

I can feel the colors

Of our Mood

I can sense the burnt oranges,

the deep golds

the varying yellows…

I can FEEL the Vibrations of the

Traces of green coming my Way,

And straight into yours….

I can SEE with eyes wide shut

The Ascension of Two Spirits

Who shed their Two Bodies

Just to become One

In the Sun…

I can taste…taste…

The sweet blues of Serenity

The sweet blues of you and me

The gentle, delicious secrets

Of a bedroom at Twilight….

Oh yes, Blessed King…

I Vibe and I thrive

On it ALL…

I can prophesy the gliding

The smooth rotations

Of this fixation

From the mutual gravitation

Of SOUL/SOL

And SOUL/SOL…

Knows…

More…

Than…

I/Eye…

Activation…fading quickly

Into a comfortable DARKNESS…

Break. Kiss. Fix’d.

Mmm….

I can…

I can…heal…

I can…pursue…

I can…BREATHE…

I can…Dream about you.

~SOULar Lioness XOXO

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

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After Hours..., It Was Written...

Chanm Lensomni #1

“Did you miss me?” he asked in a hushed tone as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his nose into her hair.

“Not as much as you hoped I would,” she scoffed in reply. “Obviously you didn’t miss me very much at all.”

“Hey now,” he said, sounding genuinely taken aback. “I’m not the one who walked away. That was your choice, remember? I sat up long, lonely nights waiting for you to come back.” He pulled his head back and cocked it to the side to gaze at his beloved’s face, but her thick, kinky hair blocked his view.

“Oh no,” she snapped, suddenly wiggling away from his touch. “No, no, no! You are not about to sit here and play the Guilt Trip Game with me. Not for the bullshit. Not today.

“Aww, girl, I’m not here to argue with you. I’m not trying to make you feel guilty, either. I’m just saying…”

He sidled up to her on the other side of the room where she had retreated. “You really didn’t have to leave. I missed you.”

His dark brown gaze penetrated hers, and she could feel him slipping through the windows to her quietly quivering soul.

He swept down upon her so suddenly she didn’t have time to react. The next thing she knew, she was surrounded by a solid but gentle kind of warmth and her face was pressed snugly against his chest. 

She felt relaxed, safe and at ease, even if these feelings were against her will; that was simply the effect of a hug like this.

One of those Brown Sugar kind of hugs. There was simply no escaping.

“You never answered my question, sweet lady,” he continued, now stroking the small of her back. “I said did you miss me?”

The only thing that pulled her attention away from the moisture that appeared from nowhere between her legs, was the smoldering sensation at the top of her head, which told her that he was staring a hole through her skull, through all seven of her chakras and straight down past the hardwood floor.

Did she dare look up?

Her mind screamed no, but her heart whispered–

“Yes?”

His voice, daring to complete her thoughts sent her face snapping upward to look at him.

“W-what?”

“Your answer,” he returned smoothly. “From all this silence, I assume the answer is without a doubt, ‘ Yes.’ Yes, you missed me.”

Yes, she did miss him. Those dark, mysterious eyes; that velvet chestnut skin…did he need to know that though?

Right now, at that?

Her mind screamed no, but her heart whispered…

 

© 2016 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

 

It Was Written...

Where’d You Go?

WINDOW

“Oh baby, where’d you go? I need you here with me…”

Lying awake in this bed once again, I’m so lonely without you. These visions I have in my head just won’t fade and I don’t know what to do. At the risk of sounding like a sad 90s R&B song, I can’t help but imagine you in the arms of some starry-eyed mystery woman… And I wonder….is her hair, skin, lips, touch softer than mine? Better than mine? Does her love run a little deeper? Have you decided to keep her? Or does she…even exist at all?

 

 

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

It Was Written...

1

I watch your body’s movement

Its language I’m so attuned to

Your eyelashes lower suggestively

And I get caught up inside…

A sensation I can never seem to get used to

The warmth of your gentle fingers

Caressing me

Graceful and full of meaning

I become so overwhelmed with passion

Seeking my Soul deep in your arms

I know that this is only the beginning

But why do I keep fearing

Fearing for the end?

 

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

After Hours..., It Was Written...

Girl Talk

31

— Girl, why do you keep chasin’ after that man like a lost puppy who thinks it’s found its owner? If he wanted you, he woulda at LEAST noticed you by now.

— Girlfriend, who do you think you foolin’? All those love letters you keep writing….and NEVER sending. *snickers* Lord KNOWS desperation wasn’t a trait He crafted in the First Man…OR Woman.

— Girl, you keep singin’ the same sad song while your tall, fine, Black knight just walks on by, tone deaf and icy.

— Girlfriend, did you forget? WOMEN can be thirsty too, and you’re lookin’ QUENCHED!

— Girl, um…are you LISTENIN’ to us? You got that silly look on your face again–you know, the one that tells us you AIN’T listenin’.

–Aw, come on, girlfriend. You KNOW we love you and we only got your best interests at heart. That means US telling YOU that HE is NOT interested in YOUR heart.

(they burst out into raucous cackles)

–Yeah, girl! We’re trying to SAVE you from yourself! You don’t need another embarrassment to add to your love life experience. Remember the LAST TIME???

–Girlfriend, look…somebody that fine probably already GOT somebody. Wake up!

–Girl, let’s forget about him. We’ve got some red wine and rocky road–let’s get it!

–Girlfriend, we DEFINITELY needed to have this talk. Now I feel so much better since we’ve talked you back into your senses. Pass me that bottle real quick….

–Girl, I’ll grab the bowls and spoons…!

But SHE never got the chance to utter a single word.

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry

Destination

Abstract-Art-Amie-Williams

She said she wanted to Dive Deep,
So he took her DEEPER
Past the limits she created against herself
Past the default faults of her essence
Simply because what she saw was only
A skewed version of her True Essence
So he took her hand…
And they DOVE.

She said she wanted to Dive Deep…
So he took her DEEPER…
Past the realities they were both fed from conception
Past the dreams they were told could never be
Past the falsehoods they saw through from the start
Once they started to see…

Dive…
Swim…
In a new direction…
Go…
He helped her on her way…

Things fell apart, broken down to the Basic Essence…
Shapes, symbols, sensations
Colors, texture, endless contexts…
She dove deep
He took her DEEPER.
They broke the surface on the Other Side
Deep inside.

The Lovers,
They became, to their relief

ABSTRACT.

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

It Was Written...

It Was Written (4)(H)

spiral staircase

Dear You,

You couldn’t be any further from happy than you are right now. Not everything is all moonlight and rose petals on silk-covered beds. I can see it in your eyes…those are the windows I’m climbing through. I can see all the barriers in every wrinkle in your nose and the furrow of your brow but…I skip along as if racing flights up of stairs hoping to take me higher…higher…and access that locked box of your mind. 

 

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

After Hours..., It Was Written...

“Like,1 or 2…”

I’m feeling beautiful, repulsive, lonely and romantic. Talk to me. Lay with me. Watch me watching you watch me as I sigh quietly and force myself not to look away. Light a candle and try to make it last forever; dance with the shadows on the walls; part those lovely luscious African lips of yours as I slide my hands down my belly to reach a little lower and part mine and….can our centers meet, King? I’m feeling sexy, toxic, mysterious and delirious. Kiss me. Kiss her. Yes, she has a name. SHE and HER, not IT. Let’s get married. Let’s laugh at the magnitude of the joke of that previous statement. Let’s make love and brew hate and mix to the two to see what happens next….or not. Let me go because I want to stay. Draw the line then cross it. Find your way into my world because I’m already lost inside yours. Light some incense and blow the candle out. Let’s lie in the dark amidst the fluid, blue-white smoke spiraling from the tips of the incense to some unseen heavenly planes. Let’s watch our natural darkness blend in with our surroundings. Fall in love with me to these binaural beats. Let it slip into your Mind, wrap itself around your Soul and make your Heart its news home. I’m feeling blissful, loose, suicidal and sacred. Let’s blast off to the moon, Neptune, even Jupiter…all without leaving this room. Brace yourself, I feel myself floating away. Out of my body, out of your Mind. But hey…it’s just the two of us, right? Make the confusion go away. Promise me we’ll be forever. And the confusion will go away.

 

 

© 2014 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

After Hours..., It Was Written...

–It’s getting late. Don’t you think we ought to leave?

–Li?

–Yeah?

–Did you hear me? We really ought to go.

–Hmph. Is that so? And where are we gonna go next?

–Well, I’m going to take you home. There’s no need for you to be out here at this hour by yourself in the cold, so–

–So? So THEN what? You think you can play the Charming Prince, Mr. Chivalry, or Rescue Hero? Is THAT it? Pull up to the front of my place, attempt to linger with some long-ass “good night” that actually translates to, “Can I come in so I can COME in and COME in it?”

–Whoa, wait a damn minute! Where is all of this even coming from?

–You know damn well where this is coming from!

–I…

–Wow. Um…let me just drive you home, okay?

–NO. I don’t need any ride from you. I’ll get home myself. I’m not some helpless little girl.

–Li, you can’t go wandering around in the night like this. Please, just let me drive you home.

–Is it okay if I drive you home?

–Look, I’ll drop you off in front of the door, you get out the car, and I’ll drive away without another word.

–Fine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©2014 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

 

Art, Poetry

TOMORROW, It’s Goin’ DOWWNNNNE!* \(^o^)/

TOMORROW, IT’S GOIN’ DOWWWNE!* Come on out to one of Philly’s HOTTEST OPEN MICS, “COFFEE AFTER DARK!” hosted by the one and only D. Lantz! On top of all the wonderful spoken word, music, food, people, and VIBES–witness YOURS TRULY make the ULTIMATE RETURN to the art scene with some live painting and some wonderful, ORIGINAL artwork for sale AND the chance to purchase your OWN copy of one of my EXCLUSIVE LIMITED PREMIERE PRINTS of my popular, highly-demanded piece “HEAR NOT.” (Don’t forget TEN prints of this young natural beauty! FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE!) ^_^ ❤

Oh yeah! In all my in-the-middle-of-the-night-HYPENESS, I TOTALLY forgot to upload the PICTURE of the PRINTS of my piece, “HEAR NOT!” Ha, ha, ha! Well, here it is NOW!

Don't forget! There are only TEN prints of this young natural beauty! Claim YOUR print tomorrow!
Don’t forget! There are only TEN prints of this young natural beauty! Claim YOUR print tomorrow!

We will be gettin’ it POPPIN’ over at The Lofts @ Kendrick Mills (6139 Germantown Avenue, Philadelphia, PA. That’s GERMANTOWN & PASTORIOUS) $10 Love Donation, $5 for performers. The show is from 7-10 p.m.! COME ON OUT and HAVE A GREAT TIME! ❤ ❤ ❤

 

*NOTE: To emphasize the word “DOWN,” I sometimes tend to spell it “DOWNNE.” Inspired by the beautiful Aaliyah Dana Haughton and HER ability to shut it DOWNNE. ❤