Diamonds, Rubies And Sapphires Was She Poem by Romella Kitchens

'Diamonds, Rubies and Sapphires Was She'

When he made love to her, comets went by and
they were both somewhere in sensual flight beyond
the skyscrapers...

When they made love, tenements melted away
and the rough, urban streets suddenly were lined
with African palaces.

Cruelty was a bested, bygone enemy and then
she cried out not from pain but from the splendor of
true acceptance.
His hands told truths of approval, not slavery.
His devotion lingered like desirous lips.
His respect kissed, asked gentle permission --
implored.
When he made love to her, she was not a
'floor scrubber, ' nor a mop, a mistreated cashier
or straw-worn broom.
She was not a cotton picker nor merchandise on
an auction block.
His love put the gold of Africa on her as raiment.
His love dressed her dutiful hair in diamonds, rubies
and sapphires.
Diamonds, rubies and sapphires was she.
Her tears of release, of acceptance created mighty rivers,
spectacular, surging oceans and water, NOT SUFFERING...
Her HEALING TEARS hurtled down the falls.
Her perfect, painless HEALING TEARS hurtled down the falls.