YOU WERE GOING TO BE A GREAT POEM
I began to write the poem
In my head the moment
Our eyes met across
The crowded room.
My mind worked overtime, beginning
To imagine the ways you could
bring my body to ecstasy.
My eyes undressed you, slowly.
Pealing away the layers of your
Gruff exterior. One Fubu item at
A time. Leaving only a pair of Tim’s
And a smirk.
Your body rocked side to side to
The beat as I turned on a little
Hip hop charm hoping to catch your eye.
As the disco ball spun above our heads,
I couldn’t get you back home soon enough,
Brief goodbyes, a walk to the car, and a quick
Drive home brought us to that dark wooden
Table where we got lost in sweet talk and a
Fat blunt you rolled with your bare hands.
I closed my eyes and braced
Myself for what I imagined would
Be a sinful night of cholo loving,
My hips couldn’t stay still as you
Moved onto the bed next to me.
I held my breath and I grasped at
The bedsheets at my side as you
Parted your lips to say something.
You asked for a towel. It had only
Been three minutes and you were
Finished before I could even take my
Clothes off and join the party.
You were going to be a great poem
But I don’t write anything shorter than
from When the Glitter Fades
© Dino Foxx, 2013