THAT NIGHT I LOST MY WALLET...TOLD

Stunning lady; fixated eyes, lost wallet.

The thick, silky, shiny, coily, curly hair.

LAST FRIDAY. A RITUAL

Friday; bolognese, candles, fudge. Kisses... Darkness.   

But it wasn’t a hollow, stale, heavy kind of darkness.

It was that kind of darkness that envelopes you, the kind that is atmosphered by the lingering tastes of good food.

THE MONGREL

Undress Me!

My lips are thick and full; although smaller than the alluring marshmallows that sit on Asabea’s and Ama’s faces.

My eyes are dough-y saucers and my skin emits banana-cherry-peachy beams that do something of what a hologram does in the sun’s eyes.

My hair is a mass of silky coils; not cake-ily kinky like afro hair is supposed to be.

My breasts stand-fall kissable and the skin of my butt, my hips and my thighs ripples when my foot meets the ground.

DRIZZLE

Touch me. The dew of your caressing-finger-tips glazes the small of my back. You lay it on, thick as cold honey and smooth as warm liquid-milk-choco-late. Then the inner me journeys to realms of fire and ice, stone and lava...

To Zane… Born of A Wave of Emotion

Light that candle, my love...For it is only when you do, that you shall be able to decipher, ever so clearly, just how luminous our love becomes when it is ignited:
Tis rather strange.
I awoke this morning with a distinct yearning for you;
With an inexplicable intoxication of my senses - you were there.
Yet, you were not there.
I was confused.
So, born of a wave of intense emotion