Her voice rings an octave higher,
a rare pitch in this library of men.
She forgot the naked shame of Eve.
The Beloved belts out the body electric
Before we controlled the motion of charged particles with a switch.
She sings the beauty of blackness, of women, of sex,
Before we have a chance to chain dark flesh,
declare femina damned,
and scorn erotic desire.
So I return to the beloved’s unfettered, womanish voice.
And I join her chorus.
- How have you seen religion celebrate human sexuality?
- What does it mean for you to join the chorus of the Song of Songs?