DELTA

DELTA
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Delta #1

“A dying Mandingo’s tears”
—Ahmos ZuBolton,
“To Ann Rand,” Delta 1967

The mention of Mandingo—
Makes my memory numb
Remembering him

After making love—
I felt like being his
Common-law wife

The way he lost it—
Like dying on a cross
I tasted that man

More real than life—
I became his slave then
Kneeling before him

A semester squeezed—
Into a humid night
He let me have it

Delta #2

“The color-pang
of a man’s seed”
—Ahmos ZuBolton,
“Confession,” Delta 1967

He had this despair—
And bitterness being
The dark minority

His difficult past—
Made him a young maker
Of his own prayers

I surrendered myself—
All my dead pride gone
To worship him

A pull off his weed—
He let me get to know
His thin hips & waist

The hunger came—
I felt his heartbeat
Pulse thru my lips