Phoenix Wings

Lately

You've been putting that

Rebel tongue

To good use

Lighting matchstick bars

Sparking bold ideas

Onto quiet lips

Still, you manage to fill

My chalice to brim

Every morning

Replacing my need

For that cup of joe

With a need for your

Grand rising prose

-Soul medicine

My daily dose

Has grown addicting

Coursing electricity

To the farthest reaches

Of my extremities

You set my body on fire

The way destruction

Can birth new life

From fertile soil

Hands no strangers

To the toil of tending

An impossible garden

Prone to self sabotage

You ancestors have taught

How to weather

Inclement conditions

With resilience and nurture

Don't mistake chem trails

For my cloudy sighs

Forcing summer streams

From dry eyes

I have never experienced

A drought of emotion

Rather cracked all my dams

I've given up

Holding back this ocean

And there you are

With open sails and compass

Navigating freckled starlight

To the refuge of my

Cave of wonders

Words have a tendency

Flowing fluently

From you

In tolling thunder

Even Zeus himself

Grows envious

Of the electric

Currents between us

Headlining

Current events

Revolutionary poets

Modern day Malcom X

With bars like K Dot

History in your DNA

Twisted refined Wild

Like your overgrown locks

Catching

Energetic frequencies

Through your network ancestry

Embedded into every follicle

Teach me

How to speak tongues

Onto reverent sheets

Begging to burst into flames

Teach me

The power of

Earth shatter

Resonating in

Echoes of your name

You've got me

Intent

On checking out

Your fine print

Hanging on

By the crest of every consonant

Solar eclipse

Has me speaking your praises

In summertime sonnets

Ignited

Under moonless sky

And a mess of constellations

You said you'd always be here for

Everything messy

Bed, hair, life

Well-versed

In mosaic past

And collected clipped wings

My eyes have adjusted

To the darkness

Now you're the brightest beam

In my night

You are more burning bush

Than lighthouse

Somehow making miracles

Out of lost sheep

And even though

I don't believe in luck

I still stumbled upon you

Like a four-leaf clover

Or an out-of-season fig tree

Blossoming in the desert

You are far more than snack

To quench the soul

Of our starving people

Awaiting a springtime of wellness

For their spilled blood

Refreshed by your

Perspective

And unhinged words

I could follow you into the horizon

Or onto the pages of books

Ink-stained solace

Of growth

Into Godliness

Mufasa's Mane

And Phoenix wings

My Love,

I have been

Without religion

For some time

Still I find myself easily

Encompassed

In your prophesies