I Still Wanna Move

I Still Wanna Move

I wanna move-
ligaments in my brown flesh
to extend arms
too the air that speaks.
I still wanna move-
beyond the thunder that moves
to strike me-
like rain that covers my eyes,
like darkness in tunnels,
covering the brown of my skin-
like vietnam in my heart.
I still wanna move
when passion crushes my pump-
in every decibel
when the london bridge comes-
balanced on my cranium
and my feet fall to pray.
I still wanna move
when joy is bleak
like the white narrow lines
down a curved highway road
through the days of darkness
when the fight is a shadow-
breathing heavily, afraid to sleep
I still wanna move
until GOD-
judges me.