Dear Shango

owner of fire and me,

god of breaking hearts,

red and white you bleed,

all the while steadily leaking me,

saying I’m your favorite,

while others you keep,

I’m Oya to you,

lighting you are,

I’m struck again by

your  lightning rod,

struck repeatedly,

until no more,

all I could express

is Dear Shango.










Pull my hair in a bun,

And slip on my slim, cotton blue dress stolen from former daytime use.

I send a text or two to you when the night has tucked me in and laid me bare against my belly and my full thoughts.

I know I must prepare for the 5 am HIIT that is waiting to dent my day, and

Remind me that I am steel too, even right now.

I shed a tear. A round, full, untimely tear.

Lately, I have the ones that don’t even announce themselves. They just show up when I flashback to all the tremors.

But I now know it is because I infinitely love like that. When one seeks to demolish through deed or action, I will still be the solid structure ready to withstand.

But you tell me that the point is a true love wouldn’t put me in a storm or a tremor in the first place and suddenly, I am dry.

I am resolve.

I am rational.

I am well-lit.










Coup d’etat

a coup d’etat,


dethroned, alone,

in this wilderness

of a nothingness



Smelling stale,

oh’  fresh betrayal,

you defeat me,

with my own love.

You usurped my tears,

acted out my fears,

and replaced us with

a vandalized love.


Oh deceitful offender,

each cell I surrendered,

while you whittled me down

flaw for flaw.

of it I tended

with hope my heart be mended

until this final coup d’etat.


Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014




it is the air that I must declare-

I no longer need;

my dreams I must revolt against-

in the dead of night;

the horror of what is-

that I must dress up-

that the good to come

will nullify the plight.


Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014


Seasons II

touch me like summer.

enjoy that I am light,

and warm,

and promise,

– lavender silk in a warm sea.

touch me like summer.

before it is fall and leaves change and so do we.


touch me like summer.

for it is all seasonal, isn’t it?



our cells.

touch me like summer.

for we are infinity right now


just as fast a stark winter tomorrow.


Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014



I doted on you

flower I  thought divine,

convinced you were a

gift passed down through time,

doted on you in every line,

only to find out you were never mine.


Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014


He Says

No flows,

No rose,

No dare-I-suppose,

I assuage your heart,

Til the tenderness goes.


No kiss,

No rock,

No dare-I-unlock,

The vulnerability inherent

In this novela plot.


No chance,

No plea,

No lovesick thief,

Would make me do more to cause you injury.


No more,  no more he said I’m putting forth my hand,

Clean up and recovery from the damage of the last man.

You are worthy,

especially in this emotional quicksand

to feel



Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014


Tear soaked grains of sand

As countless as the days,

Wreaked and stank of dreams broken

The moment you sat down to play,

Your hands molded tear soaked sand

I let you have your way,

You built a castle you said was ours,

But then blew the sand away.


Encased solid whites look at overflowing red ones;

your body is stiffened, like the love that you have already laid down to rest;

you console me in my resistance to unclutch the diamond-like dreams in my tightened fist-

gently wading my wrist into the summery, warm, turquoise tide;

you bid me to let go-

assuring me someone else will find the diamond-like dreams in the current

and return them safe and sound.

Did You?

Under baobab tree,

Did you come for me

Looking to love me into eternity

To venerate me like ancestors

All my words and curves

Love me like forever were equivalent words

Under the cover of a solid blue night

Did you bring me into the still- your human love light

Did you take me under the uncertainty of your wing

And pray my love be the anchor of everything

Or did you come for me

In dressed-up defeat

And hope I’d be a distraction so sweet

Reduced to curve without words to write

Invisible by day and ever present at night

Did you come for me to meet with fate

Or did you force its hand

Your appreciation for love

still in wait….


Did you…


Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014