© 2002 Sandra Jean-Pierre
There’s someone out there for me…
someone who’se not into head games or drama shit
someone who can appreciate my divatude
worship my divaness
revel in my divanation.
There is someone out there for me.
someone who understands the strength of my character
the strength of my self
the strength of my love.
someone who doesn’t need to be
babysat
watched over
or has [...]
Carlita
© 2002 Sandra Jean-Pierre
We’re supposed to be running away together. Away to the American dream of a house in the ‘burbs, successful work, a large yard, SUV and three gorgeous kids: an African-American boy with twists in his hair, a curly, red-headed Caucasian girl and an Asian girl with long, straight black hair. It would [...]
© 2004 Sandra Jean-Pierre
Perhaps
I can find the meaning of my purpose
between your thighs
with the help of your sea-salt scent
and the centinal guardian at the doors
of your temple,
perhaps these timeless beacons of
lust and fucking
will whisper secrets of my purpose to me.
Perhaps
I can find the meaning of my purpose
between your thighs
in the shameless way
that mindless
hugging and grabbing [...]
Old Friend
© 2003 Sandra Jean-Pierre
On the Sahara plain
we were tribesman
sharing stories of the hunt
beneath crooked-sparse
shade trees
maybe…
we were women
in South America
tending the men,
nursing the children,
feeding our families
from the Earth
while sharing the sisterhood
of moon-cycles
infinitely capable of life - rebirth
maybe…
maybe
we were
evy-ivy over
I said east-west
I met my friend at the candy store
playmates
sharing Bazooka Joe bubble gum
and coca-cola
on mid-summer
Brooklyn sidewalk [...]
© 2007 Sandra Jean-Pierre
Down to river
slowly we tread,
I in back, you in the lead
Untidy bundles
upon our backs, beneath our arms
I carry the buckets,
You the washing powder…
In silence,
we minister to the sweat stains,
the work stains, the aroma of our human-ness
cloudy swirls
on rivers’ surface,
wash down and out and away,
leaving river clear again…
In tandem
we develop our rhythm,
yet
through the [...]
© 2003 Sandra Jean-Pierre
hip-joints sore
but I won’t begin
by complaining
$350.00 Armani suit
scattered on the floor,
but I won’t continue on
whining
the weight of your torso
between my butterfly-ed legs
your breasts resting on my steady belly
head dozing on my tender breasts
but I won’t bore you
with cum-plete details
of how I find myself
waking up to being entangled
in you…
hours later,
I stroke my index [...]
© 2007 Sandra Jean-Pierre
Forgive me Father,
for I have sinned…
It has been half a year since I last tasted the salts of a woman.
It has not been for lack of effort
or torment of soul,
for truth be told,
I hungered for her vernal flesh with my entire being.
The way her back
curves soft,over me in the moonlight,
I have been [...]
