Mystic meet
Here I’m, banging away time
When am poked at the flanks
I look up to behold an unfamiliar face
She’s an ordinary lacy
But a thick fur o’ non-ordinary blankets her mien
Her lioness, glassy and sexy eyes rigs her out of her peers
Chocolate lips that’ve ignored adulthood
Acts as an iron gate to her milky teeth
Hooked on African gums.
Her nose’s a blend of two bloods
Not too flat to be anyuola, not too big to be abandu
Skin’s freshly polished Mahogany.
Our figure ain’t 8 as per se
Ours is a bust nipple-ed to pierce a priest’s heart
Ours is a hip carpentered Eve-like
So Adam-pulling…
So feminine…
So fair…
My legs are scar less to red-polished toes
So plush so lovely…
So on-turning…
****
I storm into the expansive reception
Looked ov’r my shoulder…
My heart sink, my limbs water…
There she is!
Seated hands clasped ov’r creamy knees
And I decide to know why she skipped our date.
Glassy eyes roll, a lid passes over them like cotton
Against damp pane…
Lips part “I couldn’t …ah ah something terrible happened”.
Her voice’s wind chime in a reception hall
I make a smile, “water under the bridge”
My voice echo in my head
She’s now sorry or so I think
Let’s turn on a new page, the downpour
O’ yesterday ain’t an excuse for today’s journey
“Sure”
She agrees to walk me in the woods
And I know‘ve hit the jackpot…
The sun and its rays tucked behind gigantic clouds
That perspire winter cold
And bitin’ breeze…
This royal aura’s quite
Traffic here is bumper to bumper
Behind us comes black boy among two white peers
They pass board-skating
We giggle in the cold
Male motorists are now jealous of me
Female counterparts are jealous of her…
To them our sidewalk’s
Warmer than their heated cars.
They wanna holler!
Snuggled in shapely V-neckline blouse
That drapes past her navel to
Waistline of a faux Suede knee length
Skirt, her walk beside me is rewarding!
I like this company
No I cherish it…
No I value it…
No I love it…
No we both cherish, value and love it!
Every glance wanna holler!
*****
Arboretum stands in seclusion
Chirpin’ birds and leaves breaking under our feet
A thorn in the flesh to this solitude…
A jungle in the heart o’ E. African hub.
Its stealthy aura infested with ghostly
Presence
We dwarf tall trees
We’re dwarfed by grasses whose tongues
Serpentine unto natural pathways
Now I take off ma’ jacket
It fits her…
Cold’s bitin’, rattling her teeth
Periodically her lips part and smoke pours
We walk side by side
Her nipples prick my shoulder
Now I cuddle her close, my hands ov’r her shoulder…
Now we chat in whispers
And deep in the woods we wander and wonder at
This Eden’s garden
Deep deep in the woods
Deep deep deep so deep…like we’re lost.
Now we’ve watched the monkeys
Watched birds
Read hundreds of labels o’ indigenous and exotic species
And now we’re seated on the metal benches….
Her eyes scare me
Scare?
Scare’s not the word
Let me take that again.
Her eyes intrigue me…
Intrigues?
Oh yeah.
Now I take her hands
Now I brush my hands on her braids
Now I bring her close
Now she doesn’t resist…
A distant bell rings, a church tong I suppose
Somewhere far far past my consciousness
On her watch the short hand races
Past eleven
The shorter a dot away from ten
And the shortest almost touchin’ five
I should be home”, it’s almost a whisper.
“Let’s go”, I agree.
Am not forgetting this day
This day I knew my persona more….
Koa’s Reflections. 13th Julai 2006