Incomplete Creation
I made you up, did I, I made up all?
Were you the one I loved or were you just
What mind and heart created, like a doll
To stick long pins of love in, pins of lust,
A doll more muscular than voodoo, you?
I think I could have made up curled hair,
But not as thick, and dark , and long . . . and true
To beauty. No, your nose was like a prayer
Sent straight from God, for even God could not
Have hoped for more. And then there were your lips.
But then again, I never knew their hot
Caresses on me, little pinches, nips.
I never knew the smell of you down in
Your secret parts. I had to make up sin.