Pick up your Skirt and Walk

“This is a poem that I’ve been walking through and leaving and returning to. This is how I take my inheritance.”

Pick up your skirt and walk

I take my order back,
I take my cherishing.

I take my dreams back
I take that pretending.

You know where I’m used to
To not being recognized
or sought out
As a prize.
Or where I tend to linger
on ledges That sting.

As if I had a badge
that could
soften this straining.
That could broach
what was shady.

Now I take all things I treasure.  
take my dearness.  
My sharp and fierce potential

Because right now I am ripe
And I am finding His Drenching
That gorgeous evermore.

With my heart on,
with my beloved’s throb
He crushes on me harder every day.

So I will get out of the way.
of guys who are lame.

I don’t have time
to be enveloped
with bad rhymes
or lame tries
From a guy with split capacity
Cuz I’m learning the cost or rearranging.

Of putting off
what is perfect
in my heart.

Because when their hinge is untrusty
And the story gets rusty
It’s time to let my Real Man in.
My beloved who knows how to tend me.
How my love comes out like a shoot.  

So when I get shafted by drafts that break my attraction
Or Enveloped by sloppy-exchanges,
depleting Or defeating my kite like joy.

I want to be developed with Him and His beauty.
Because he makes everything beautiful.  
He loves to make it right

III.
Because I’m at the right hand of it.
My desires are HIs Desires
and make my Entire.

Because I am wrapped up in his flame.

I have fire in my chest.
It’s the embers in my dress
A path that gives me breath.
That wakes the land up.

Because my beloved
loves to lean on me to me,
Because I make paths of pleasure.
In the right hand of his love unmeasured.

Because, 
it took just one look
from Him
To be remade.

Because He knows how to say my name

IV. 
You give me your joy repeating.
It's that clearance.

When every song of mine
You’ve memorized.
And sung.

And I will let my beloved take me home. 
Where I can be wild
And We can be alone.