SLAM!

 (This message was edited by aliciawithay on 08-04-05 @ 4:40 am EDT)

"Cause I don't want to be blue"

         "Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
         Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
                    I heard a Negro play."
                             -Langston Hughes, "The Weary Blues"

I'm lying in my bed,
your warm breath against my ear.
A silken, rasping whisper,
         "The night is beautiful."

One hand brushes my hair,
as the rough softness
of your lips brush my neck.
         "Baby, take it slow."

The other hand rests on my hip,
moving to the slow Southern
rhythm of the evening wind.
         Night coming tenderly.

A sweet taste of the salt
of your skin passes over my tongue,
silently, deafeningly, achingly.
         "Come driftin' down on me."

The crooning whisper
of your unspoken words
arches my back and neck.
         The Southern night is full of stars

Your hands, your lips, your words
pull me deeper, lower unto you,
my lips murmuring your spoken caress.
         "Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink,

and be in love."

Title - From "Young Girl's Blues"
Final line sources:
Stanza 1 - From "My People"
Stanza 2 - From "Same in Blues"
Stanza 3 - From "Dream Variations"
Stanza 4 - From "Feet of Jesus"
Stanza 5 - From "Mulatto"
Stanza 6 and 7 - From "Theme for English B"