Permeating the River Delta
With catfish in my mouth
You slink along Eudora ' s path
Worn
Slavery
Segregation
Civil rights
Poverty
King Cotton is a sprouting
To the distinct voices
And cries
I hear the blues
In rollicking juke joints
Along that same Mississippi River
Where I was born
Collard greens
Fried okra
Neck bones
Emmet Till cries again
From the graves of injustice
There's more to come
But I'm too tired
To read Falkner tonight
We march on Saturday.
Soft voices
Fluid movement
Improvisation
Devotion to you
The capstone awaits
Managing conflict
Embracing change
Anticipating love
Individualized attention
Maximizing the distance
Calmly dynamic
Our successful ensemble
Exploring all over
Imaginations
In slow motion
Becoming aware
The way you look
The way you think
The way you feel
Moving
From the death trap to you
Applications encouraged
Apply early.
Behind her closed eyes
An infinite number
Of phantasms floated
One by one
Disappearing into the arid air
He extended his arm
Embracing her curves
And stroking her back
There had been girls
Before
Women he had slept with
But she was different
Somehow
He wanted her to be happy
As he gazed in her eyes
He saw the incarnation
Of geishas or was it Mother Theresa?
Having forgotten
Taking her in his arms
Draining her of her strength
She didn't resist
The first time they met
He had slept with her
Unlike the icky local girls
She moved with him
Hearts aligned
While her hips thrust forward
Came against him
Simultaneously
He strove to quiet himself
Reluctant to let her go
Wanting more
Falling asleep with her loose hair
Held tightly in his hand
Both breathed peacefully
With faint smiles on their lips.
