5112, First Captivation Posted by presyzion, Sat Jun-21-03 12:47 PM
She’ll be coming soon. Past family friend. Brown skin, soft on the touch from
lotion-rubs. She’s always been what pretty is. Stylish. She was riveting, just her walk
made eyes last a stare long enough to forget a thought. I’ve never forgotten. She used to
let me sip from her drink. I, my tongue unaware of how lucky it was. Didn’t matter then,
‘cause now, I understand. If she never aged, I’d want to do wrong. Brush my hand across certain
areas, this time, purposely. When I was ten, she’d watch me. Sit on her lap
watching TV-shapes I shouldn’t have. Was cool like a breeze-breath on the hot porch. She’ll be here
& I’ll have questions. Now, I can’t sit still. Legs, shuddering like grass-blades outside. It’s been
a while since my heart beat like this. My tongue can’t exit from dryness. Only been ten years,
but the bridge seems too long to reconnect the foundation. I bet her smile is still that new
coin in my raggedy pocket. This tumult is damning. I could wash my feet from the sweat
gathered in my socks. & my face is merlot, now. Car, enters. There she is, draped softly in a full-length
vintage-piece. Her face has changed, but nothing else. Enters the space, still with the scent that when I think of it, fills my nostalgia fix.
The embrace, just like I thought. The rest of this night, remembering. I’ll play her voice until memories can play it for me.
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