Black Poetry : The Rite and Passage Of Indian Summer

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  1. alyce

    alyce Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    their jazz was flowing....

    &

    the wine glasses
    were on the table
    half full...two
    empty bottles
    of merlot,
    in the waste basket
    by the bathroom
    door....

    the chocolates on
    the nightstand
    were getting hard
    ....like the wax
    that dripped from
    the scented candles
    thru the night...

    the fragrance of indian summer
    lingered in the morning

    and the twin bouquets
    of cut flowers
    they had given to each
    other three nights
    ago....
    were still pretty in their
    tall vases
    on opposite ends of the
    dresser....
    ...their water had begun
    to evaporate
    only yesterday...

    mingling with the delicate
    scents of
    roses, chrysanthemums
    and sunflowers
    was the familiar musk of
    his body ....and hers

    the air in their room was warm
    and thick with
    two days
    and three nights
    of pure passion...

    he had loved her well
    over and over again...
    since Sunday...

    & she had never been
    better...

    and while he lay sleeping

    she knelt down beside
    him and placed her
    hand just inches above
    his chest
    ....right over his heart
    close enough to feel it rise
    and slightly touch her palm
    when he inhaled

    this was her secret ritual
    every time they met...
    a fervent rite she
    performed after their
    marathons of loving

    and when his body rose
    she felt the rhythm of his life
    beating

    years ago
    he had made a promise

    "as long as I'm
    breathing, I am loving you"

    his long life is what
    she prays for, always

    even when indian summer
    is thru....

    Alyce (c) 2001
     
  2. Joyce

    Joyce Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Ahhh, suky,suky,suky now!

    Alyce this is absolutely beautiful. Girl I am wordless...can you believe dat??? A beautiful poetoc love story.
     
  3. James Eta

    James Eta Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My sista

    you know I read you and let your layers settle on me like a blanket. There are so many textures here...the deeper things that the naked eye cannot see. And the obvious beauty of this story.

    I don't try to dig too deeply. Cause what lies on the surface of you, is heavy enough.

    Indian Summer. Very, Very nice touch. I love it!

    thank you

    J
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    so beautiful

    i'm just lost for wordz
    u showing love in a story
    of pure essence:heart: :kiss:
     
  5. Bert

    Bert Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    gurl

    pleeez.

    BRB
     
  6. LISTERSCRIBIN'

    LISTERSCRIBIN' Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    alyce, dear queen, this piece is simply just beautifully written. thank you for this piece heyah.


    ~~~letitjusflo~~~
     
  7. Kitana

    Kitana Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    you have a way

    of weaving beautiful words together...and the big picture is not seen until the last word is written...

    like a curtain call after the final act..and I applaud you

    K
     
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