Fantasy (...) After Lucille Clifton (what the mirror said)

Close eyes. Listen.

Surrender. I fall back and wonder

With arms above my head, legs wrapped ‘round the deep dark city

That is all you, womxn.

Downright on my own

So I rock in time to the groove you make and listen

to your prayers—arms above my head, afro at attention—they are a map

To a climax I never had…with you

Your hand offers me no directions

No translation to the truth of…you.

Open eyes. Listen.

To the callous woman

Who creeped into my veiny noplace

Sermonizing secret and seemingly anonymous

Lessons to a girl

Who never knew. You.

Gaze upon gaze and on and on and on

You give me some

Whenever I want…damn!

Your city is my whole holy wanting anonymous sexless body.