Satan's Woman and Black Poetry

The queen of curls gets in the mirror
typical lips
Eyes of the grey alien - a compliment to big beauty
& a brain on fire
Quivering in and out but full of confidence
Erasing a past for a future
A new hand on top of hers
Perfect elephant skin somewhere silky
for her perfect wet spot. Undamaged by his touch
Everyone wants to help her
Take her somewhere else because she resides
in the stars
at Midnight but has no home
Silken ties to mold the shape of night and
some Satan from the breath of dark fire where
too many spirits reside between His house and Hers
but she can cut through the thick air and read her
poetry of the black woman with her tongue to the Devil
and he heeds so we can save the many.
Her armpit does not swell like theirs does.
She shines and to everyday she looks crazy.
It's her cover again. Amist her family. Locked.
Swayed. Tempered. A healer among the raisin people.
Time under for a moment. Wanting to get out so she can 
be full of love & sex.