NAIMA - Jeremiah Eames Rankin Poems


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Naima, I should perfume my letters,
confuse spices with my ink,
spirit tea from orange peels and sugar....

gal, too beautiful,
make a fool preacher
burn his Bible.

I know the lime or vinegar taste
of leaves in rain,
but I crave the criminal flavour of red
wine sick with magenta lipstick.

Naima, I shake like rain,
wanting not to want.
I'd settle for your portrait,

some static homage beautiful but --
watercolours either touch into flame
or moisture's acid consumes the images.

I should....
Lawd, have mercy,
Lawd, have mercy, gal.

Our poetry will close
either in flames or flowers.