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Today I am the agitated sparkling blueberry beverage
Yet your seismograph measures no threat of eruption
Those eyes only see my azure glass curves cool
Beneath your sweaty palms and with a crack
Of the irreplaceable golden seal
Pressure builds

Because I refuse to die with anything unfinished.
No half spoken words on my tongue
Story untold because you wedged that cork
Down my throat gagging me
When you don’t have the time to listen
Trying to hoard

This intoxicating Mandisa Moet
So you can return for refreshment at your whim
Stop fucking corking my passionate fire
Coming up on my shores with cool waves
I won’t pause my truth until you are ready
Instead my sultry voice rises high

Above flood waters gushing, breaking down the damn
Hissing a heady fizz of disapproval
At your eternal lack of patience
Why is it that your thirst always outweighs
My need for your ear?
For handling me with care

Oh she blows!
Millions of spiraling bubbles burst forth
Sad really, for my delightful contents are now gone
As is your opportunity to coat your throat with me
To understand truly, who I am
So I ferment

Laying low, aging my new beloved batch
Of honey wine, or is it spiced rum?
Attuned to my slow rain drop heart beat
Until the eggplant color ripens, staining your fingers
And the aroma attracts honey bees from far away lands
I remember to breathe deeply

Reassure myself
Because you are the world, and cant be
Addressed directly in spitfire poems
You are my audience, my friends, and my family
Especially my mother. Always rewrapping my words
My pain, my point, my medicine or hearing things
I did not even say

So I write out the fizz
Settle down, let the bubbles collapse after their
Frenzied performance. Let the lava solidify
Leaving you with this black pearl
Fear, our biggest censor makes it easy to silence others
The time is now to speak, but the urgency is for hearing
Best served with affection, do not cork after opening

Mandisa Amber © 2006