Black Poetry : opium den

redlady

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New Jersey
black hair cascading down her back
she stands in the entrance
with one long manicured fingernail
she beckons him to enter
"your turn"
she says as the smoke billows around her

he enters the den
eager to taste
the thick black paste
that will transport him to a place
opening up his mind
allowing him to find
keys and sounds and signs

the sweet aroma fills his lungs to capacity
he loses sense of time
tenacity
it passes too quickly
reality

he sees long black hair
out the corner of his eye
as the cold air from outside
rudely jolts his senses

he realizes he must leave this place
it is unhealthy for him to yearn
but he will stop tomorrow
one more day to hide his sorrow
and the sweet music he has learned
to connect two words
"your turn"
 
and as he enter back again
looking for da signs a friend
he realized he was mesmerize
to a perfection of mask
inside da mind he see her face
the long silky coal black hair
wave she standz not far
beckon to da call
knees weak try not to fall
so once again he rush
for the hills where his
inner heart feels
so i deal the truth
upon u and two
words connect again
yo turn friend !
 
Brutha $$RICH$$...i see your flight is smooth sailing...above the turbulent skies, you fly. CONTINUE your flight, my Brutha.:)

Redlady...
the den is thick
with stimuli for the senses
as incense smoke
warf
high above the
carnage
that hover above the
would be seduction
that calls to me
as i strain to see
the river that connnects
you to me
and all we could be
in the give and take
turns of you and me
when you say
YOUR TURN.

THANK YOU.:)
 

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